Pirates

Lyrics

[Intro] G15!! Rick Rozay remix!!! (Rick Ross grunt) Get em!! [Verse] Arms trafficking, wonder where god's at again Robbery and pillagin', gotta bring the stacks on in Gotta use the slow flow, calm from puffing the dro though Feds lookin for weaknesses, hitting me with the low blow Blood diamonds on my persons, straight gold on my rolo All this while moving the operation on solo Rolling with my pirates, bury you in the sands Bury all of the evidence under all of these bands They say lord's my salvation but there's no heaven in sight Light at the end of the tunnel with a weapon in spite Ruin the competition, teaching lessons at night Ultimate warlord, demand brings the profit Cocaine imported, no one can stop it All these watches, I cop it; all your fame, you lost it My customers and friends alike think that I'm toxic But even then all my posse, knows all the charges, I'll drop it Your posse is microscopic, I'm moving beyond your consciousness Dropping this fake shit, is as mythological as the Loch Ness It's hard trying to do a trade off with all of these hostages The cops could bring more firearms then the apocalypse There ain't no stoppin' us, pop shit get shot in the esophagus Talk bout poppin' percocets, populations with services Firearms causing nervousness; high up on the Forbes list, prolly in the third percent Nah that ain't true cause I gotta be invisible Or else the IRA will be demanding their principle And fuck that bullshit, I ain't paying for any individual Let alone a whole agency, I'd rather be a criminal Not being literary, just being literal Not gonna let myself become a belittled tool Fuck being subliminal, I'd rather be dumped into a swimming pool Both hands behind my back like I just walked off the plank And anyone who fucks with my pirates has their ship getting sank [Outro] 32 bars, was gonna have Krok and Khroam but they disappeared to god knows where so...fuck it