Farragut Dust

2011 Version Intro:

- They must really feed each other to the lions down there because the guy gave the money right up
- I swear to Christ, I'll get the money!
- Though we got to spend the rest of the weekend at the track

Verse:

We blaze the Orange Goblin blunts, respect it, homie
Killers are deep, I'm packin' meat knives, my villains too elite
My bloody sword is discreet, my tourniquet got a mind of its own
Smackin' yo' head with the chrome in tune of the beat is overseas, dude
Know the time, the way I liquify cats they always wanna know what I put in the fuckin' rhyme
I ain't from no rich hood, I was brought up by Farragut
My buildings overturnin' nice people to maggot shit
You characters are actors, you ain't spittin' shit
Original Goon, OG, I'm killin' shit
Don't be mad I sold yo' mom Dust, in God we trust
Coven soldiers get yo' G packs and bundle up
Brooklyn winter's like Apocalypse we double up
Zero class be on the block gunnin', we gun 'em up
Every slut suckin' dick 'cause they want a cut
It's either that or a cutter, homie, fuck it I keep 'em dusted up