[Intro]
Yeah man, we got bullets
Hit em son- (Hit em)
Court-side, B-side man
[?] side, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Lock in, a hunnid feet up, that's where we drop in
Drop pens, we pulled up, you hear them drop pens, (Where you at?)
No talking, no giving out passes, no Stockton
You pray to be top 10, got no weigh on my conscious, (Not at all)
I'm all the way gone, the way I'm livings all the way wrong
Lenin or legend, I'm all the way John Wayne, (John Wayne)
I play the long game, these fiends searching for a lost vein
I politic then dip when the cops came, (Five-O)
She told me stay a while, whats with the rush
Now she tweaking on the floor screaming whats in the dust
Shit a straight raise, couple of cuts, sweep em under the rug
I was born to not be giving a fuck
Cause on the court, they go bump in the dark
I hit your lung with a dart
Deep water, become one with the shark
They stab your back tryna get to your heart, (Wait for em)
I'm at the end but tryna get to the start, (Like what you know about it)
[Chorus]
Sir, trust me, shit fucked up, everything ugly, come through when the blood stain ruggy
Yo this is No Man's Land, this is get lost country
Bitch got no teeth and her sofa smell funky, shit trust me (Oh lord)
[Verse 2]
Day late but the dollars come quick
With the demons on shit, let all of them rip
Big bottle get twist, on some olive oil shit
Then she go up in your crib tryna pocket some chips
Don't sleep, thinking that she won't creep
Like you not a meal ticket
Thinkin' that she won't eat
Thinkin' that you invincible
Like you don't bleed
Worried bout the wrong shit, all the things you don't need
My dough, buck knife, make you recognize fast, (My dough)
Chop your handy tryna get to my cash
Never die easy with your petrified ass
Seen a fiend make treasure out some extra fine trash, (How you do that?)
The streets get dark, stolen V's get parked
Where you wash the blood out, where the crease gets starched
Where it never gon' happen, unless the scene get forced
Yo you ever seen a weed get torched, (Light em' up.)
[Chorus]
Sir, trust me, shit fucked up, everything ugly, come through when the blood stain ruggy, (God damn)
Yo this is No Mans Land, this is get lost country
Bitch got no teeth and her sofa smell funky, shit trust me (Oh lord)
[Verse 3]
It's fucked up everything ugly (Fucked up), come through when the blood stain ruggy, (God damn)
Yo this is no mans land, this is get lost country, (Way over too)
Bitch got no teeth and her sofa smell funky, shit trust
[Outro]
Yeah man, we got bullets
Yeah man, we got bullets