Lloyd's of London (feat. Boob Bronx & Block McCloud)

So, what got you interested in writing the song titles that you do? Where did you get those ideas from?

"People I hate, I write songs about things I hate, and that's a lotta people"

Yeah

Respect the shooter!

Yeah, yeah

Respect the shooter!

Yeah

Respect the shooter! (People I hate, that's a lotta people)

Yeah

You ain't think Jahannam real, think you could burn

Still the same dickhead, you would think you would learn

His energy wrong, that's the type of thing you discern

It's nothing for free, homie, if I give it, it's earned

We talkin' tectonic plates, that's how gravity pulls

I could never blame a man for the path that he choose

This a Gemstar, Glock .30, packin' my tools

A wise man never bother with the action of fools

It was ahks, brawls, long nights, Mescaline pills

The first blicka that I touched, I was head over heels (Head over heels)

Put his body in the water like a macrophyte

Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca, that's a sacrifice

The Mossberg, headshots straight to the dome

I got akhis in the feds never makin' it home

Eighteen, face-mask, jump in the van

Mask-on, lights off, when I'm dumpin' the can

Toma!

I'm awoke and nope

I can tell that they don't want the smoke

We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley

These hammers never jam

They must have thought shit was a joke but

Oh no!

I'm awoke, and nope

I can tell that they don't want the smoke

We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley

These hammers never jam

They must have thought shit was a joke but

Oh no!

Yeah, Bronx! Look!

I try to be well mannered as fuck (Yeah)

Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up

Long as the scuffs minimal

Rock again (yeah), the Glock for a pen

Hardest part is where to begin

Guilty of findin' peace inside a ruckus (Ruckus)

When Gods link, Devils yell "Motherfuckers!" (Yep)

Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light, you'd be alright (You'd be akright, ****)

Word, long as my shit flew with tears to it (Tears)

No checkers, fuck you and your feudal efforts (Fuck outta here)

Word, give 'em a second, they don't know what Chess is

Just hope they don't catch holes in they fuckin' chests (Brah)

Word, we leave messes just to leave a message

Kings rise, especially if they came from peasants (Yeah)

Seem to make it happen even if we reckless

It's all energy borrowed, let that bitch breathe (Let that breathe)

Yeah, hold that shit tight, let them shits leave (Brrah)

I'm awoke and nope

I can tell that they don't want the smoke

We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley

These hammers never jam

They must have thought shit was a joke but

Oh no!

I'm awoke, and nope

I can tell that they don't want the smoke

We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley

These hammers never jam

They must have thought shit was a joke but

Oh no!