Pirates

[Intro]
G15!! Rick Rozay remix!!! (Rick Ross grunt) Get em!!

[Verse]
Arms trafficking, wonder where god's at again
Robbery and pillagin', gotta bring the stacks on in
Gotta use the slow flow, calm from puffing the dro though
Feds lookin for weaknesses, hitting me with the low blow
Blood diamonds on my persons, straight gold on my rolo
All this while moving the operation on solo
Rolling with my pirates, bury you in the sands
Bury all of the evidence under all of these bands
They say lord's my salvation but there's no heaven in sight
Light at the end of the tunnel with a weapon in spite
Ruin the competition, teaching lessons at night
Ultimate warlord, demand brings the profit
Cocaine imported, no one can stop it
All these watches, I cop it; all your fame, you lost it
My customers and friends alike think that I'm toxic
But even then all my posse, knows all the charges, I'll drop it
Your posse is microscopic, I'm moving beyond your consciousness
Dropping this fake shit, is as mythological as the Loch Ness
It's hard trying to do a trade off with all of these hostages
The cops could bring more firearms then the apocalypse
There ain't no stoppin' us, pop shit get shot in the esophagus
Talk bout poppin' percocets, populations with services
Firearms causing nervousness; high up on the Forbes list, prolly in the third percent
Nah that ain't true cause I gotta be invisible
Or else the IRA will be demanding their principle
And fuck that bullshit, I ain't paying for any individual
Let alone a whole agency, I'd rather be a criminal
Not being literary, just being literal
Not gonna let myself become a belittled tool
Fuck being subliminal, I'd rather be dumped into a swimming pool
Both hands behind my back like I just walked off the plank
And anyone who fucks with my pirates has their ship getting sank

[Outro]
32 bars, was gonna have Krok and Khroam but they disappeared to god knows where so...fuck it