Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
The thin disguise
Their mission is death
Im comin in stealth

Flak in the chest
Im back in the vest
Im back in the nest
This track is a test

You do the voodoo like Trudou
But do you wanna switch sides
The truth is where we rides
The booth is where I hide

The elite better pray
My payday doesnt rain
Dreday bringin pain
Hey yo foes yolo

Hello goodbye just die
Nice try no cry just die
Your mission is death
Wel lay you to rest

Flak in your chest
Im back in your nest
This track is the best
The rest is just pressed

No rest Im blessed
Test destiny clandestinely
Those enemies push genocide
Theyre identified
They dont run and hide
Wel blow them away
Dreday will come
And those motherfucking villains
They will run

The bibless their script
Were hiding its a trip
Gotta ride on them and dip
Tyrants only live and breed
Good people feel no need
To get them on their knees
Let them cry and scream
Send them on their final dream

Exterminating humanity
Has brought the calamity
Like ole Yosemite
Shit's gunna pop off

Yo young Gotti pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy no party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylon's whore

Your mission is death
We'll lay you to rest
Like flak in your chest
I'm back in the nest
This side is the best
Switch sides be blessed
We testing fate
We rise too late

Gods armies calling
Your falling from grace
Erase the tyrants
The merchants of death

Tyrants do not stop
Not stop til they drop
But you do the voodoo
So true do you like Trudeau

We yell and we scream
That the dream is a nightmare
But we don't fight more for freedom
Like legions of old wars

Our people are like me
They don't strike the leaders
They leading to slaughter
Like father like son

Taught damage is done
Our people are weaker
But I'm a heat seeker
I'm not a Lit tweaker

I'm speaking too bold
I'm getting too old
I'm breaking the mold
Take hold of the staff
Untold is our wrath
Rebels on your warpath

Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylon's whore

The truth is our guide
Don't run and hide
Abide by their rules
They played us for fools