Royce Da 5’9” Ft. Smoke DZA - Trust The Shooter Lyrics

Trust The Shooter Lyrics by Royce Da 5’9”
(Ft. Smoke DZA)

[Intro]
Trust the fucking shooter
(DJ Pain 1)

[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one truest
Death to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doors
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga I'm focussed like a motherfucker
Niggas with me lookin' like a motherfucker
Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker
When we a rouge shit we chip and dale your whole clique
We put you where you folks is
Nigga shoutout to [?]
And chiraq, I rock with the [?]
On the car lot like keys please
And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless
Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker
Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit, podium
Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker
Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's
Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
And Blogs
Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see more Z's
When there's beef I don't call niggas
Niggas call me and when they call, call the police
If he ain't grow up with us, we a John Dome
We [?] John Door a nigga quick
Leave his frame tore up, shit
Even John [?] even with [?] nigga
But I ain't aim for it though
Gun powder and coke [?]
I Came into your home
Aimin' 4-4's
Even came I came in full clothes
Death in the air got me laying mo-low
You could play for protection
Whoever you with disrespecting payin' for it, though
The lord is my sheaperd
All the people are my sheep
Call me the anchor
I came from the bottom
I'm deep when I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see
I know what you thinking
Here we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not
It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga
Trust the fucking shooter

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Trust the fucking shooter
For you back out make the moves
Shit I've seen this happen a million
Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class
Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the cash
Long all the goons who get half just to find their ass
Line your fast, you could never [?] rapidly
Long nose, think sneeze at you
You know a nigga sinus bad
Ten nine, you never mind to rag
I sit and wonder how much mind you had
Long flight, had the time to lag
I came from cross the road, to cross the globe
To off the load, to get all types of bags
Proceed
You know when I go I OD
Me and my Codeine
Like [?] and AC
Roll a Fonto
Got the Bronco lit
Uhh, four-fifth
One four-fifth
Seatbelt strap
Eyes focussed

[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]
Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
Long live the one truest
Death to the one foolish
Long live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you
Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury
Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
So many flows, so many flows, so many flows
Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs
Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]
The rabbit got the gun now, nigga

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