Protect Your Soul

[Intro]
(L-Finguz)
It's not that complicated
But you're gonna need a bulletproof soul

[Chorus]
I know the end-be 'fore the story's been told
It's not that complicated
But you're gonna need a bulletproof soul

[Verse 1]
I'm in love with the chopper, bitch, I'm in love with the war
Ain't no commas in poles, just steady shots through the door
Just a young nigga infatuated with stoves and pots
Was involved with revolvers, put two, three holes in his knot
Late night when the air cold the cover come hot
At 4 AM, KTVU to see which psycho was shot
You see these suckers be runnin' their mouth and doin' all the shit when I'm not
I slide up when they least expect it, cock it back and just rock
You see unlike most of these suckers I was born in the MOB
Participating in wars and sellin' coke was a job, bitch
So make way as I unload the AK on your face
And ten thousand under the hood for a high-speed chase
Like that, loked out, on a murder tip
Fat round from the 5, somethin' to put your whole family on the front bitch
Eliminating all that hoe shit and punk shit
Flowers and fried chicken for them suckers my choppa hit

[Chorus]
I know the end-be 'fore the story's been told
It's not that complicated
But you're gonna need a bulletproof soul

[Verse 2]
All them comments is evidence, the talk is irrelevant
Bullets beat up his chest like he was trampled by elephants
They came out the cuts, two loaded poles and a chop
Blue flame torchin' your skin and digging holes in his knot
Fuck all that bluffin', bitch, you know we move in silence
Promote peace, commit violence, closed casket from comments
Shed shots, make 'em vomit, should've stayed silent
Now his brains touch the sky with the birds and the pilot
Then they done went from his initials, out of orchids and violence
People on the front bitch screamin' stop the violence
But he was gang bangin', now his brain hangin'
Your family is same how you died over nonsense
Aye, cold missiles back to back when I clap over the gate in all black
And knock the goddamn pasta out the back in the act
Look in the mirror, bitch, you almost at your death day
The long clip in dat A' chopper take your breath away

[Chorus]
I know the end-be 'fore the story's been told
It's not that complicated
But you're gonna need a bulletproof soul