[Verse 1]
When it's time to put in pain, I'ma do it myself
When the load touch down, I'ma move it myself
I'ma bring that shit back, I'ma cook it myself
The plug said he got more, then I'ma push it myself
I came up on the dope block, made thousand out of smoke pot
At fourteen, I put my first thousand in my coat pock'
The only thing I do better than rap is makin' coke lock
The only thing I fear other than snitches is a roadblock
If the feds rush, I'm ready for whatever, but I hope not
PTSD, I'm clutchin' on my pole soon as the door knock
The whole plot, I had your baby mother in the dope spot
When the load drop, the shop stay open 'til the flow stop
I never had a OG, I grinded from a O-Z
He like, "Why they call you half a brick when it's a whole ki?"
I'm lowkey, play the town for like five days and smoked a whole P
Can never trust a nigga that's gon' cook for me with no fee
Uh, I'm givin' out shots like I'm philanthropic
Never been into gossip, they lookin' for me on the block but I been in the tropics
Think I'm from Texas, the way I sip and play with the rockets
I asked you 'bout some paperwork, don't try and switch the topic
I paid the plug, then paid the bills, then reinvest the profit
Then I took bricks from cross the country, put 'em in the projects
When you get rich from servin' smokers, it's a different process
Stop it, I'm a fuckin' locksmith
[Chorus]
Gun stainless steel, all my niggas trained to kill
We hide the pain with pills and all my niggas aim at will
EA Sports, I'm in the game for real
Heard you niggas rats, you sayin' names for real
Gun stainless steel, all my niggas trained to kill
We hide the pain with pills and all my niggas aim at will
EA Sports, I'm in the game for real
Heard you niggas rats, you sayin' names for real
[Verse 2]
Everything gotta go like a yard sale
All season makin' snow, this a hard sell
The weight land and I'ma move it like a barbell
Started usin' small scales and now I owe the cartel
Sippin' red by the 4, not Martel
Ice cream man, my kitchen like Carvell
Thought he was solid but he sour now, ah well
Your bitch was eatin' on my dick when your call failed
I can never let a sucker get ahead of me
We cut the tongue out a snitch, that's the remedy
Move a thousand grams, that's my energy
Fuck is you shittin' me? I'm a walkin' felony
Moved everything from heroin to ketamine
Sold chicks, sold songs, and amphetamines
Free Snake and I'ma scream it 'til they set him free
We shoot a nigga broad day, then lock the letter B
[Chorus]
Gun stainless steel, all my niggas trained to kill
We hide the pain with pills and all my niggas aim at will
EA Sports, I'm in the game for real
Heard you niggas rats, you sayin' names for real
Gun stainless steel, all my niggas trained to kill
We hide the pain with pills and all my niggas aim at will
EA Sports, I'm in the game for real
Heard you niggas rats, you sayin' names for real
Trained to Kill was written by Sha Hef.
Trained to Kill was produced by Wiardon.
Sha Hef released Trained to Kill on Fri Aug 09 2019.