You won't bust up in the rhyme in the
lobby you aint man enough
You with ya hobbie cousin, said you probably buzzin
..You the type to lie, thinkin you aint mannin up
..Must be out ya mind if you think that we gone hand it up

..We must be out for crime if you know that we gone jam it up
I trust a man would climb if we go to rubber band em up
You touch a man with dimes then you know you in a land of grub
A rusted handle nine you supposed to go and land a slug

you been actin large you supposed to know example of
The one who scratchin cars wont be known to slow the man above
I remember years before things were different now I can't believe
We goin back to bars or we going back to mans with drugs

They be actin hard
they ones who been demanding hugs
To distract the guard
cause he wouldn't shake the hands of thugs
You get hacked a part
cause u couldn't see the chance of bugs
Seen the back of stars
wish you could've had a chance to rub

Goin to reflect we only think of what we didn't do
Goin for the neck you only think of what the Guinness do
Know before the wreck that it be sinkin, let it sit in you
Seen a stack of cards
didn't know we could enhance the glove

Wait a year from now maybe I'll be what ya hammer loves
If you hear the "blaow" then I'm doin what the hammer does
Breakin up the style if you try to put a hand to us
Breakin up the foul if you try to throw a scam at us

Its like if you were mad you would try to put a ban to fucks
Only cause it seems that its really not enough to give
I only fuck wit dreams that remind me it be nuts to live
Now we stand alone tryna think of when the hammer bucks

If i gave ya hand the throne you would probably say my hand was luck
It aint been what it seems then remind me how the guns can fit
I go to scan the bones, know I hope you get ya hammer stuck
Won't be goin home if you provokin when ya hammer fucked