Intro Lemme kick this shit like Nas If yall wanna survive Hook I got mine, I hope you Got yourself a gun You from the hood? I hope you Got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you Got yourself a gun And when I see you, Ima take what I want so You tryna front? Hope you Got yourself a gun You aint real, hope you Got yourself a gun Verse 1 My first mixtape, is a tribute to the greatest to kill this shit Im a nemesis, to the ones who claim that theyre iller than I the freshest of the new crew to come around Rock a crowd, and rock the crown. The new king of the underground I bet they wonder how, Im leaving em wrecked Their feeble attempts will not stop me from leaving a mess I keep em in check. Cause Ill be bobandweaving, you best stick to believing Like Jay said, Ill leave your body steaming and your mamas grieving So yall can stop the deceiving and acting or youre all receiving this ass kicking Its bad business. You aint even safe when the tracks finished Im in or Im out the booth I stay with this attitude Maintaining this altitude I be moving mountains dude So how about it you, really want me to shout the truth? The streets is the place where you dont wanna catch it buddy But come at Rory if you want a war, hell get it bloody Hook I got mine, I hope you Got yourself a gun You from the hood? I hope you Got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you Got yourself a gun And when I see you, Ima take what I want so You tryna front? Hope you Got yourself a gun You aint real, hope you Got yourself a gun Verse 2 Yo Im the R, the O, to the RY, Rogue Dont even bother telling me that I go hard, cause I know As for all my competition Im about to cause extinction All of yall street credit is nonexistent Im a contradiction, not a stoner but I still be rocking this shit Keep killing fools like you until I went and lost my interest Keeping yall just locked in this shit So this is my condition Better watch that shit youre talking of youre all face the consequences Thunder and lightening, the dark, spiders and heights Im everything that youre frightened of, rest in peace when my mic is on My words attacking you, they slash at you. And only cutting deeper Im going easy on you, this could have been Ether Ill Takeover your soul, you aint ever been in Control Hit up the one Who Shot Ya, that being The Rogue Murder you in front of a crowd, and theyll be loving it You aint seen nothing yet This is just a taste of what youre up against Hook I got mine, I hope you Got yourself a gun You from the hood? I hope you Got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you Got yourself a gun And when I see you, Ima take what I want so You tryna front? Hope you Got yourself a gun You aint real, hope you Got yourself a gun Verse 3 Its the beginning of a revolution. And so theres no confusion This is some real music, all yall are is noise pollution My crew is so exclusive, homie there is no where you fit So intrusive, know where you live. You got a gun? Then use it I need a real challenge, rhyme schemes to deal damage Ill lay you out in the street so they see it happen So what has happened now? Yall adopted a trashy sound? Everybodys a rapper now? Sit your happy asses down Rory still has his crown. Just try and bash him now Hell run a truck through your house till the shit comes crashing down You want a feature? Im the type thatll sneak ya My lyrics are bullets and theyre so tempted to meet ya Now say Im a savage. Rhymes, check. Skills, have it I am beyond ill, god dammit like Illmatic Who am I? The neck snapping, here to wreck the planet, beanie wearing savage, planning out his next attack. Man, Ive been ready for battle, what? Hook I got mine, I hope you Got yourself a gun You from the hood? I hope you Got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you Got yourself a gun And when I see you, Ima take what I want so You tryna front? Hope you Got yourself a gun You aint real, hope you Got yourself a gun
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