Lord (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

I ain't never had shit

Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of

Sherm got me high, get your ass in the shower

Took one pull, shit, told her it wasn't sour

Hit a double drum, chant gettin' louder (Louder)

Chant gettin' louder (Louder)

Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour

Start suckin' dick, bitch, 'nough of the powder

Come fuck with this bougie ****

Come fuck with this bougie ****

High fashion, Ksubi, ****

You fuck with them boolie ****

'Cause you fuck with them boolie ****

Now Fergie all up in your groupie, ****

Reincarnation of Master Fard

Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart

Diss and I'll blow, with shouts from Allah

Knowledge was born with science, young lord

Trippin' yourself is not valiant, young lord

Study your scriptures and follow your God

Life in the trap, I know times'll get hard

I pick up your life, just abide by the Lord

Abide by the Lord

Abide by the Lord

Abide by the Lord (Alright)

You 'bout to get it from a general

I don't know if they can hear me, though

Don't you **** ever bother tryna see me, I'm a criminal

Oh, Lord, once he's int he sight of a scope

I'ma let them have it when I sever

Ah, dang, he wants to make me set it off

I'ma bury you motherfuckers without a coffin

Never takin' no shorts, we never takin' no losses

When you're dealin' with my crew, A$AP, Bone, yeah, we bosses

Anybody with a bone to pick

Now when I level my charge, I'm damn sure to make it stick

You must be lookin' to suffer, well, I'ma make it quick

Got a trainload of ish that'll make you sick

I'm here to wipe 'em out quicker than a pandemic

Bone came original, not a gimmick, can you dig it

Hell yeah, they can dig it while I'm sittin' on my throne

Steady laughin' at your **** tryna get it (Get it, get it)

Man, I'm runnin' till the end of this

And I don't give a fuck if I was 86'd

A motherfucker play me like I'm Canibus

I'm ready for the battle like I'm takin' Diz

I'm never gonna take i tin and nobody can break it in

As-salaam alaykum for the bacon and a little bit of coke

I put the cake in and it's certified dope

Havin' anything to do with it, we sellin' every rock that they can smoke

So take a toke and I'ma rake it in, Pillsbury the dough

To the dome like I'm seekin' through the soul

Like I'm peekin' through the soul

But I'm reekin' like a reefer, rather keep up with her, go

Straight to the dro

Creepin' on 'em, peepin' on 'em, leave 'em in the zone

They don't even really know

Leakin' on 'em, keepin' on 'em, takin' every foe

For the love of the money, I gotta reap in what I sow

But I keep it what I know for the ending of the row

Gotta go, when I go, when I get it, I'ma know to follow my known foe

Know Cali and know Coe, my caliber lock and load

Alabaster box when I cock and I crow

Got a Glock and I'm Bone Thug, where you wanna flow?

To the clock and the time zone

Spirit gon' fly, all y'all **** dead to the life force cyclones

Right now when they hydro, what about the well-known Cairo?

Got 'em stuck in the grave

I'm on the grind full-time, never rest to get paid

A little hustlin' motherfucker put the brush to the face

I cut the braids, hit the stage, now they lookin' amazed

I went from cooking the yay to hundred-thousand-dollar shows

Got a booking today, and I'ma split it with my bros

Gotta get it how we go, come meet me with the pros

No, I'm never gon' fold, watch the bank account grow

If it ain't about dough, then it ain't about jack

And I'ma take it like I want it, I ain't givin' it back

I get us in with a stack, and then I get on attack

I'm like the Tasmanian Devil, ****, bigger than Shaq

Call the reaper, get a shovel, I'm a certified rebel

In a league of my own, and that's a whole 'nother level

Nothing's free, I never settle, keep the pedal to the metal

When them haters in my rearview, hello, hello

Burn

Baby, let it burn, now it's my turn

I get in a ****'s system like a hunnid vials of sherm

And then I kill 'em with two-thousand words in two minutes

You never heard another **** spit it like my ****

Yeah, but you heard 'em try to get it

But they couldn't get it quicker than the realest

Man, they thinkin' they can deal with this

And knock me out my rhythm

But I'm never gonna be the fuckin' victim

'Cause I'd rather be the suspect

Haven't I given them enough yet?

Can't they understand they ain't dealin' wit' a punk bitch

One quick move and it's murder

And I'ma serve a **** exactly what he deservin'

A$AP, but wait a minute

I'm prolly one of the sickest **** that ever did it

I'm in it, 'cause I'ma win it

I'm a motherfuckin' lyrical tyrant, pivotal giant in this shit

And I do way more than just twist the words

You better listen and observe how I rip the verb

**** get the nerve to run up on me, but my shit's superb

I'll prolly hit a **** once 'fore he hit the curb

So get at me, I'm kinda trigger happy

When it come to shootin' my gift

I'm like a .44 magnum, stag one, backin' 'em up

Body bag full of ****' wack raps, that's wack, so I'm stackin' 'em up

Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murder for 'em

Murderous poet, I create a bloody murder poem

So when they run up on me, ****, be ready to show 'em

Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum (Rum, rum, rum, rum)