Okay... Born to be the nicest, you just idolize niggas Flow so righteous I could prophesize scripture They call me "Shooter" cause of how my lines hit ya Headshots every time like a wallet-sized picture Nigga, I was havin' dreams of foreign deep dishes When Biggie was havin' dreams of fuckin' R&B bitches I'm tryin' to write this move co-starrin' these riches I'll be damned if I ain't walked so far in this britches like I'm what bitches like, you're like what bitches are And since life is a bitch, it seems a bit bizarre That you don't have a life, the things in which you struggle with Bore me, I'll prob'ly master twice, did I slave and sacrifice? Is a slave's master white? We slaved so we mastered white I wonder will we still stay fresh to death in the afterlife? Pr-pr-probly not, so for now I'm thinkin' Bugatti drops Every night to party hop, menage two hottie pop My drop blue lollipop, you clock 'need you prob'ly cop [?] If you watchin' you prob'ly cops, if you jockin' you prob'ly cock Ridin' and I go hard like I'm ballin' in the play-offs Bitch, I'm goin' in like Carter when his J off For me it's easy as a lay-up to get you laid off Catch you while you laid up, then I let this 8 off Yeah I'm on my Adolf, kill em on them 24′s I'm Kobe when he took that 8 off and went to 24 Ironically I've mastered the 8 off of a 24 In other words a 16, damn that muhfucka Los Yeah that muhfucka cold, grab that muhfuckin' Chevy Gut that muhfucka out, dr-drop it muhfuckin' low Bring that muhfucka out, ride that muhfucka slow Like this muhfuckin' beat, unless of course yeah I go on Incredible shit, instead of bullshit Win championships then better forfeit, step into the pulpit Breeze to the hood niggas then to the corporate Lambo's, Ferrari's, Benz to the Porsche's Money make the fuckin' world spin and it's gorgeous Money make your fuckin' girl grin til you nauseous Then it's the choices that end in divorces So when you hear the revvin' from the engines in Porches Gone muhfucka, this one deep – go long muhfucka Guess ya pimp game ain't strong muhfucka Okay, farewell, so long muhfucka Shooter in this bitch, boy need I remind you? If I put you in a scope that don't mean I signed you Rest in peace to this beat, haul it off and chalk it I was all over this flow – wall to wall carpet SHOOTER
