Living Militant

[C-Blunt - Verse 1:]
Now let me dip in this mothafucka blasting like Al' Capone
My homies and my bitches already recognize in the tone
It's that orignal Blunt that's me blowing shit like canopedes
Tired of you mothafuckas staring, step if you mad at me
Now for the checking I couldn't picture me commited
You bitches is asking for too much when all I wanna do is hit it
Do you know the style of how we do it, how we did it
Blunt Family puttin' it down the rest of you counterfeited
I know more haters and all these slobs that hate us I got
You better think beforе you push in them Glocks
I rock stages with my players еach with
375 mililiters of that Coney Drunk ain't no surprise
Of how were dropping it, ugh, all of my soldiers qualify
Careful who you talk about and what you say, think I lie?
When I tell you to step away you better try to fly
I know you coward simple bitches could look into my eyes

[C-Blunt - Chorus:] x2
All we know is game
Pulling hoes flossing on these mics when we entertain
Tipping without the cane
Why is it we bring the pain
When we be feeling shit
Are we repping in the rain or living militant

[C-Blunt - Verse 2:]