It's All About

I fuck with niggaz that murder

They do the type of shit you ain't heard of

Divide a nigga clique with the burner

It's all about ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah

I'm like Socrates

So to assume is to make an ass out of you fast after you drop to me

Look at the word, that's a suit, that's what you would do

Choo-choo train handguns, do your crew

I squeeze while I'm lookin at you

Cause you made a mistake like my nigga Crooked I's tattoo

I'm the answer - you niggaz is candy

Ya heart pump blood yet smell like a Jolly Rancher

While I'm lampin in my mansion with my private dancer

My man's outside of your house, my hired campers

I ain't the hardest nigga in the world

All I know is if you love me and know me you know I

Yup, you know I fucks with them niggaz that murder

They trigger finger's itchy when they grippin them burners

I am not a 9-to-5'er, I don't sit with them workers

Nigga I was flippin work while you was flippin them burgers

But I used to work in offices, now I'm the president

I'm where the Oval Office is but I don't roll with officers

I roll with loaded cartidges, don't know what law enforcement is

I know, I was marvelous, the road is like an orphanage

I blow and explode because I'm the arsonist, unloadin where the target is

I throw, gang signs when I pose for photographers

You don't know what the motto is, it's death before dishonor

Black Hand President, I's elected before Obama

I'da ran

Yeah (yeah)

Black Hand (Black Hand)

M.I.C. Records, Gracie Prod'

Y'all know what it is nigga

It's Mr. Porter, from here on out