Roc Marciano - Go Rambo lyrics

[Hook: Sample] I know a man who's always right Says he's never wrong But one day when we needed his strength You found that all that gone [Intro: Sean Price] That's why I can't stand your a** now P! [Verse 1: Sean Price] Uh, go Rambo Four-four clap at them, open your toe sandals Oh no, the African rapper, the dope sample I told y'all cats when I'm focused, your flow shambles, P! I hit 'em harder with the large trey Bullets small but forward Iguodala the Andre Gun in my hand, the knife in the other Whichever one of them strike, say good night to your lover Lead pop, got mom dukes in a headlock No exaggeration duke, I'm tight with your mother, P! I don't listen to most rappers Most rappers s**, f**, Ruck is the toast clapper bu*ter your bread, the gun to your head I eat, sh**, sleep, murder, gun in my bed, P! Swing swords on the gunner pound Sean is the king, the lord of the underground Salute f** outta here, P! [Hook] [Verse 2: Illa Ghee] Pointing guns at my baby mother It's all gravy, throw the 80 at my baby brother Undiscovered, discuss gun squeezing, I hush hush the demons I'm the definition and the meaning On the scene, News 7, make reality dream wait I make fatality scream hate, so hate and say no more I'm spitting disrespectful from an ancient sword I ex-a-sketch then I X you like the angel's hoard When I rewind, see I seen it before So decline like mine, put the nine on the floor Peep in mind, I don't mind to put your mind on your door Mano y mano, couldn't stop the reign with the poncho Illa the animal, I'm straight from the Congo Flow as a tornado and this cradle in the condo Bottom line, s**er n***as, keep your distance Like a chess game, Illa keep a angle like a bishop Illa [Hook] [Verse 3: Head I.C.E.] Mice say cheese, for the bread, it's all ground beef He probably ran to police before he found me Always swim with the sharks, well then I harpooned them He ducked to water and swam, I got to part two 'em With the fish full of scale, I got to cook something Ill and Sean got a sale but there's some jooks coming I'm too good for the streets, I got my bachelor's I mean what's good with the beef, I got my spatula Dead bodies tell tales and open cold cases So put them back in the fridge [?] the toes gray Bum, go Rambo Tank and plane got tape on both handles, bao Hit 'em from the land or above I handle a grudge so b**h will put a hand in my tub ICE, chill or be cold without a winter day I k** stars at the end like the movie Grey Wolf [Hook] [Production by Roc Marciano]