G.U.N.

Lyrics

[Intro] "God, Universe, Nature That's your gun G, U, N God, Universe, Nature (sheesh) (mmm) Remember God put a weapon in your hand" (Ugh) [Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin & Radamiz] Ugh Young nigga get your gun, ugh Loaded in clip, bust one, ugh Fire guy hit you once Fuck around, get you spun Nigga like 5 foot 9 Jumpin' like 6 foot 1 Lil' nigga lost his mind Momma come get your son [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] She was at Sunday service Son spit a Sunday service Shootouts in front of the church Bullets rang off and they heard it Streets prayin', although she prayin' that her son ain't the one gettin' murdered Dyme-A's connected He catchin' plays while the congrеgation prays and worships Tryna protect it with purpose The Glock it don't makе you a gangster God, Universe and Nature Faith of lord is in my favor Today I woke up Rolled up the ? in the paper And spoke to the savior My intuition see through all of the fakes on the road when I'm touring the state fairs My mama care I know she fear for me I'm in silkies and hotels She fed and cared for me I told my lover I keep my gun don't be scared for me And know that what God got is what's planned for me And he'll lead the stairs for me (yeah) [Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin & Radamiz] I pulled up with some swag Tell the teller get the bag And I can tell you niggas mad (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo) Pulled up from the jects Pulled off in a jet Flexing got these haters vexed (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (okay) (whoo) Drop top on the jags Paid the cause to pop these tags And I ain't even in my bag (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo) Footstep on your chick Reppin' the set of my clique Marathon not a sprint (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo) [Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin] They want me down They want to break me If I was them, I would hate me I keep it on me for my safety These niggas never, ever gon' play me [Verse 2: Canickey McMickey] You pray to demons and designer And deities galore (yeah) Grievances from meaningless wars And all the moms look like Afeni Shakur God's word, nocturnal Cash and c- and clockwork Song form and natural law ? [Verse 2: Radamiz] Blew up A fuckin' screw up To white collars who thought we would accept manure as our futures and minimum wage consumers Fuck these velociraptors Chupacabras, they target practice We Oval Office destined Never sell out, still made it platinum I hid 5s in my shoe And delegate who the shooter shoot Medicate in Crown Heights and multiple my recruits Vice President of the stoop Making a Lutheran uproot Beef and broccoli seats in the coup for the times he couldn't buy boots Let's get it [Hook: Dyme-A-Duzin & Radamiz] I pulled up with some swag Tell the teller get the bag And I can tell you niggas mad (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo) Pulled up from 'jects Pull off in a jet Flexing got these haters vexed (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (okay) (whoo) Drop top on the jag Paid the cause to pop these tags And I ain't even in my bag (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (whoo) Foot step on your chick Reppin' the set of my clique Marathon not a sprint (Ah, ah, ah, ah) [Refrain: Dyme-A-Duzin] They want me down They want to break me If I was them, I would hate me (they stressed) I keep it on me safety These niggas never, ever gon' play me Streets'll drive a nigga crazy Still providin' for my riders Tryna stay flee But it's still on me for my safety These niggas never, ever gon' play me