F You Too (feat. Paul Cain)

Yeah, Desert Storm ****, Cain

Ghetto, I got these **** man

Clue, I'm the first line of defense

And I'ma show 'em what that means

I know these **** hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you

Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you

Wherever I see you, ****, I'ma buck you

And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz

Reload and then point the Mag at your kids

So what I sound remorse? The records I still peep guns on me

But the difference now is only Deserts

If I talk it's goin' be reckless, I'm ready to die

So when I apply pressure, **** goin' respect it

Tote guns to rob ****, I told 'em to use

And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me

And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news

I'ma a career crook, they used a mug shot from my graduation picture

And my junior high school yearbook

Paul Cain never appear shook

Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never police

You wanna converse? It better be brief, you ain't gotta say much

Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't with it

I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' feds

When the shots from the revolver spread

Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead

Make slugs a part of his head

Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red

Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right

All my **** flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life