Trust The Shooter Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

Trust the fucking shooter 

(DJ Pain 1) 

Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan 

Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land 

Long live the one truest 

Death to the one foolish 

Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he just gon' come bump into you 

Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his fucking jewelry 

Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury 

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger 

I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter 

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows 

Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors 

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger 

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga 

Trust the fucking shooter 

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Nigga I'm focused like a motherfucker 

Niggas with me loc'n' like a motherfucker 

Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker 

When we a rogue shit we chip and dale your whole clique 

We put you where you folks is 

Nigga shoutout to GDs 

And Chiraq, I rock with the D's Gs 

On the car lot like keys please 

And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless 

Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker 

Shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium 

Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker 

Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's 

Millennials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis 

And Blogs 

Sleep on me, I'mma see to it that you see more Z's 

When there's beef I don't call niggas 

Niggas call me and when they call, call the police 

If he ain't grow up wit us 

We'd John Doe 'em 

We John Doe 

A nigga quick 

Leave his frame tore up, shit 

Even Jane Doe her if she with him, Jane Doe a nigga's bitch 

But I ain't aim for it though 

Gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso 

I came into your home 

Open aimin' 4-4's 

Even though I came in full clothes 

Death in the air got me laying mo-low 

You could pay for protection 

Whoever you with when you disrespecting payin' for it, though 

The lord is my shepherd 

All the people is sheep 

Call me the anchor 

I come from the bottom 

I'm deep when I speak on the violence reporting the evil I see 

I know what you thinking 

Here we go, another song about a nigga who got a gun but it's not 

It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot 

Photos 

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows 

Niggas close so many so so many so many doors 

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger 

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga 

Trust the fucking shooter 

Trust the fucking shooter 

For you back out make the moves 

Shit I've seen this happen a million times 

Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash 

Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class 

Death to the ones get it on their arm and still get the cash 

Long live all the goons who get half just to find their ass 

Line your fast, you could never minute rapidly 

Long nose, think sneeze at you 

You know a nigga sinus bad 

Ten nine, you never mind to rag 

I sit and wonder how much mind you had 

Long flight, had the time to lag 

I came from cross the road, to cross the globe 

To off the load, to get all kinds of bags 

Proceed 

You know when I go I OD 

Me and my Co-D 

Like Orenthal and AC 

Roll a Fonto 

Got the Bronco lit 

Uhh, four-fifth 

One four-fifth 

Seatbelt strap 

Eyes focused 

Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan 

Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land 

Long live the one truest 

Death to the one foolish 

Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll just gon' come bump into you 

Death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his jewelry 

Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury 

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger 

I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter 

So many flows, so many flows, so many flows 

Niggas close so many, so so many, so many doors 

Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger 

The rabbit got the gun now, nigga