Lyrics

[Intro] ...ology Short fuse GOYA Here we go... [Veres 1] The guns and the yay's still available Tell me what you need, I can put it in the air for you We from the block, where they drive by, stare at you Circle the block, come back and let it flare with you Put holes in your ass, something terrible Bought a mini-mag and I mean that bitch marriable Henny and rum in my cup, call that shit Theraflu Hella late, put that hangover some' bearable You ever smell crack rocks burning in your crib? Or had somebody get murderеd where you live? Or watch a crack hеad run off with your TV? If them answers are "no" Then you can never be me I told my mama, "watch, I'ma get on TV" Then what fuck I do? Get up on a TV This is fam shit, bulletproof loyalty GOYA threeology, hip hop royalty [Verse 2] Moët popper, the scared popper, the best rocker Helicopters and jealous cowards can never stop us Motorcycles and choppers This pharmacy got my paper popping [?] tax drama but get rocker Turn you to a [?] walker Fence hopper don't get shot at Meet you at your funeral Promise you'll be dressed proper Spending dollars on hater blockers to [?] my shackles Ain't no shocker, this pen and paper made a major offer Get out of the streets and be a author Go and save my daughters from being a statistics Another baby without a father Two baby-mamas, they hold it down while I make the profits Lase my pockets with short fuse That's my main accomplice Accomplishments I can stack em Check my rhymes, the forty-plus projects I promise you I'm a monster and I'm signing monsters See me shining castle Where the lines are longer Left the booth [?] in the smoke like the shit was a sauna [Outro] GOYA, we on fire right now [?]