Made In Jamaica lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
CashMoneyAP
Whatever a b*tch n*gga wanna do, we can do
We tote drums with 7.62's
Ay, ayy

[Verse 1]
I ain't in a rock band, but I love drums
Trust fall with the opps, I'm tryin' to catch one
We killed a few now a n*gga want the rest of 'em
Teddy bears and t-shirts at the funeral
I'm in Jamaica now, looking at the palm trees
I'm real far from them n*ggas tryin' to harm me
Got that fire up on my side it's at arm's reach
Had my gun up in the school, don't you test me
Ay, kick down the door, get on the floor, we shake the spot down
Move wrong, make a sound, you get gunned down
That n*gga snitched up on my brother now he lockеd down
But I'ma count my n*gga in, I never count him out
And he was b*tchin' on that mission, so I lеt him out
You know a n*gga never trippin', took another route
I keep on slidin' 'cause I know them n*ggas whereabouts
I saw that n*gga in the crowd, I had to air it out
My OG was a godfather, but ain't sh*t 'bout him holy
I'm plottin' on my own dawg 'cause that b*tch n*gga owe me
b*tch I woke up out my sleep with the dream that they sold me
How you talkin' out to me and b*tch you don't even know me?
My choppa came with a beam and a scope attached
That's a fact, rat-tat-tat, bullets through a n*gga back
Took a loss up in that field, I need my quarters back
Picked up the sack, makin' plays like a n*gga movin' south
Ayy, and you ain't shootin' sh*t for real, boy you really a actor
You chasin' b*tches over money boy you hustling backwards
Yeah I be rappin', but a n*gga ain't sh*t like these rappers
'Cause I be shootin' sh*t for real like I play for the Raptors
Ay, they say I'm a pedophile, 'cause my Perc' 10
My dawg posted with the opps, it left me hurtin'
She on that block sellin' pus*y, yeah she workin'
But I don't even blame her 'cause she tryin' to feed the kids
Cosmetic with this choppa 'cause I split wigs
And it's a dirty game, matter fact that b*tch rigged
They lookin' at a n*gga different 'cause they know what I did
But I ain't speakin' on them bodies 'cause I'm keepin' it hid
[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and I was twelve with a .30, I ain't f*ck with them
I'm ballin' out every day, I'm above the rail
These n*ggas faker than plastic, I call 'em lil' [?]
He tried to cross me on a lick so I don't f*ck with him
Ay, don't call me 'cause you not a Crip or my kinfolk
And I'm a real n*gga so you know I'm standin' ten toes
You sayin' that's yo' dawg, but that n*gga never even rode
Took him on a mission, then he fell, then that n*gga told
We ain't fakin' sh*t my n*gga, b*tch you know we kill for real
f*ck a forty-yard dash, I wanted me a nine-meter
Put this metal on a momma, show him how this iron feels
Rolly on my wrist and I can't even tell the time for real
Ay, real shooters, I was posted with them Dracos
A real hood n*gga [?] and Faygos
Them stupid nat b*tches, you know we don't date those
I'm the neighborhood hero, but I never saved a hoe

[Chorus]
Donald Trump is not my ruler
I come from Pop-Tarts and the noodles
I'm street smart without a tutor
Black man with a dream like Luther