Still Got the Ammo (Ft. Main Flow, Godilla, El da Sensei & J Sands)

Straight from the under
I make niggas wonder why
Snowgoons
Uh huh
Straight from the under
I make niggas wonder why
Uh huh
Ammo

I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys
It's not a ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze
Connect blessed me with a lot of trees
Now I can plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales
We all about them Malachi, Z York and stem cells
And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow
Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the time and repent for a liar sin
Leviathan, the higher pin, I write words to violins
Cash to stack a van up against a cracker plan
The blacker man still got the ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll
And slice hoes, like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
Hit with the wham-o, three soldiers comin' in camo
What up fam-o, you know we still got the ammo

Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip
Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip
Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip
Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip
Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip
Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip

Thoughts like a firearm, and they not on safety
Play my cards right, dodge like, somethin' like AC
Understudy of the Pun, Rakim's and the Jay-Z's
Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me
Fold each and every one of you, origami
Shit on every track I'm on, porta potty
War with papi, verbally I'm all tsunami
Rain on 'em every time, forecast look cloudy
Open sixteen, I'm in like an orange with Holly
Abort your army, iller man handle the scandal
Still got ammo, your panel now fall into shambles
Hang low, get cancelled like WB
Hunger to eat, hustle to breathe, you ain't fuckin' with me
Simple math, I divide a couple hundred and leave
With bricks and lyrics, aim specific
We got more shots than a biscuit

Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip
Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip
Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip
Mannin' the ship with ammo and commanded grip
Stayin' equipped, movin' hand to hand and flip
Layin' a dip, with ammo, I'm the man to trip
Plan to rip the tongue is like a gun with a banana clip

Target on scope, slip through the darkness and trees
Beat the hardest indeed, make every artist envy
My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes
Boot strap, new raps, in my army fatigues
Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit
Mosh pit, marksman, gun blast regardless
Corner the market and set it off like Frankie
Cause these niggas is ass and y'all wanna thank me
Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for
Allegiance is completed when y'all hittin' the dance floor
I never lose sight, shotta that's too nice
Had more than two fights when they was hoggin' the mic
Modeling type, my looks exceed what you imagine
Mid-thirties my nigga, and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, I rock for now
With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Bankroll show you how

Straight from the under, I make niggas wonder why
My parabellum be swellin' cerebellums when you dwellin'
Straight from the under, I make niggas wonder why
We're caucazoids devoid, my niggas rebel and

Ayo my man in East Orange told me the streets warrin'
Raining cats and dogs with shells that keep pourin'
Early mornin', until the night transformin'
Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warnin'
This shit sound like the Northside, Killa County
Home sweet home, but feelin' like an out of townie
I don't fuck with snakes, but yo they still around me
Plus the Jake carry heat just to grill a brownie
Straight up, shit is real, let the trey-eight buck
Better not tell a soul when you way way up
Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge
Big Gates blow the bread or some youngin' blow they head
Uh, right off the shoulder, the kids gettin' older
And the world's gettin' colder, so I dip to So Cal
Lay low, and profile, cause I got ammo
That make it go blaow!