Lil' Mabu Pledge
[Intro]
O'er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare
The bombs bursting in air
[Chorus]
Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (Boaw, baow, baow)
I could've lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (Do it instead)
'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (Bitches be feds)
I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (Bullets it's fed)
I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu)
I'm thе demon layin' under your bed (Whеre the money at?)
Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (Could flip it and beg)
You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (Where the money at?)
[Verse]
Huh, like, 'cause I got bills to pay
And I got hoes to slay
And I got deals to make
I'm makin' too much noise, I'm like a swingin' door
All these CEOs, what they hittin' me for?
All my money good, I don't want no more
Matter of fact, let's not talk no more (Grrah)
A&Rs sendin' written notes, goin' back and forth, that's like a pinball
While I'm kicked back on a little boat, while I'm dolly with a can of Coke (Hahaha)
I've been on a different mode
Matter of fact, I want a bigger boat
Blackball me, I'ma pick and roll
What's two mill'? I want seven more
Look, you could be a lawyer or a doctor
I picked a different road
I'm a rap God, but the goons by my side, I'm in the middle road
Sorry, mama, got a bigger goal
Need a candy Rolls like I'm Mr. Malone
Whole world gon' be singin' my songs
I don't do it myself 'cause I'm better than most (Mabu)
[Chorus]
Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (Doin' the pledge)
I could've lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (Do it instead)
'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (Bitches be feds)
I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (Bullets it's fed)
I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu)
I'm the demon layin' under your bed (Where the money at?)
Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (Could flip it and beg)
You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (Where the money at?)
