[Verse 1]
Come and get it
'fore it gets you lead headed
Shuttle jacked up
Double barrel shots
Either your there or you’re not
True vulture my man
Why you want what I got
Yo money watch that red dot
On your brow, corpus clocked
Get down to hell drop
As your whole life
Flashes before your eyes
And don’t nobody know why
True vulture my man
[Hook]
Its money man, yo money
Its money man
Fuck da time I keep the mic in my hand cuz
(buck) dem no understand
[Verse 2]
True vulture my man
Gunna bring the subculture
Get ran through like the hole in your head
Go there and you’re dead
Nothings fair except fare
Collateral damage (buck)
You’re expendable
Fuck that, collect capital it stacks into stupid dough
Use the star axis to set it
Monsters in cubicles
Take that death by jacked funeral
Full blown and gagged individuals
Am I a savage hell yea, like you didn't know
Future primitive digital
Black google visual
Runaway the rebels cut and fall snap back
Pro-line original
Stay some time in official ohooh
Shit that’s so federal
Missile represent it
Don’t know, don’t ever forget it ho
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Walkers will never know
Fuck ya performance
That live break houses the visual
No different from the recorded transmission
(buck) in the studio
Two black and blue trenches
So thou pay my food plus capital
Its money, mayne
Try to hang but got banged
By dat black bookoo
Flamed to wax voodoo
See 'em layin dead ass like shrooms
Eat a cap and watch the bass
Launch the face off the moon
While im takin new cakes and find
A new way to get blown
Your money’s my money mayne
What’s up with the struggle
Get down wit it or get gauged
By the laws of the jungle
[Hook]
[Outro]
True vulture my man
Yo, yo, money
