DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Hit-Boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Call this bih phone Ayy Ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy Ayy, lil’ ma Yeah, yeah Look
Palm itchin’ so I’m on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business, I ain’t struggled in a minute Now she always in her feelings, I ain’t fucked her in a minute But she know, she gotta suck it ’til I finish, huh? Not yo’ average, I’ma go in for the gutter I’m a n**** that’s gon’ take it there every single summer Block burnin’, ’90s baby, I’m a hot boy Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Wrecked the Benz, got it fixed, went and bought a Range (Bought a Range) Know some n***** got rich, then they left the game Me? Yeah, I just left the hood, n**** Ask my youngest, I just dropped off some goods, n**** Ask my youngest, yeah, I’m way worst than Suge, n**** I was twelve years old with the pull, n**** Now I’m pullin’ up in a late model foreign and it’s tinted up Attitude still, “Fuck it”, n****, hit ’em up My ambition as a rider, n****, zip ’em up Look, every month I do a dub and that’s a fact, n**** Not including all the money from the trap, n****
Palm itchin’ so I’m on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business, I ain’t struggled in a minute Now she always in her feelings, I ain’t fucked her in a minute But she know she gotta suck it ’til I finish, huh Not yo’ average, I’ma go in for the gutter I’m a n**** that’s gon’ take it there every single summer Block burnin’, ’90s baby, I’m a hot boy Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys
Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans, and they all yellow Got mid, highs and lows and they all sellin’ N***** say they all solid but they all tellin’ You n***** talk like reverends Look, count me up, don’t wanna hear it, ain’t no cash involved And I’m tryna get adjusted ’cause my life revolve Ain’t no feelings for no snitches, y’all be poppin’ off Wasn’t for the cameras, n****, probably would’ve killed them all Do it for the real, do it for the trenches Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches It’s love for the fake, it’s love for the hate It’s love for the n***** helped the pigs crack the case
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Aye picked a different reason now they barely see me I provoke the people that was hating man that shit was easy
Got it out the mud and this shit was breazy That was fake love everytime when a n**** see me
Hunnids on the neck this shit is real estate
If I put you on than you really ate
You see the shit im on this some winner trait
If i don’t know your name you started banging late
Ballin all Name a gun Shit I got them all You’re not involved Ask the op Yeah we shot them all
It was me and them Before he got it off
Call the case Pay the due Now we sign them off
Presidencial road, This shit is nick edition
Everything i’m on This a rich position
Everything they talk was a contradiction Honors got truth You can tell by the way we living
I’m a shark in the water I know how to get it Everything ain’t what it seems when you really in it I’m a spark for the fire N***** really cripin Prolly send my goons to go and take it When you n***** get it
Picked a different reason, now they barely see me
I provoke the people that was hating, man that shit was easy
Got it out the mud and this shit was breazy That was fake love everytime when a n**** see me
Hunnids on the neck this shit is real estate
If I put you on than you really ate
You see the shit im on, this some winner trait
If I don’t know your name You started banging late
Where was you when they was at the zoo n**** Where was you when Toon lost his tooth n**** Where was you on the 10th of June n**** How you thirty never made the news n**** We know you new cuz you aint go to school with us We know you knew you wasn’t in the blues with us we know you knew you aint got a goon n**** Get up in that field still got shit to prove n****
I’m a shark in the water I know how to get it Everything ain’t what it seems when you’re really in it I’m a spark for the fire N***** really cripin Prolly send my goon to go and take it When you n***** get it
Aye picked a different reason, now they barely see me I provoke the people that was hating man that shit was easy
Got it out the mud and this shit was breazy That was fake love everytime when a n**** see me
Put it on the neck, this shit is real estate
If I put you on than you really ate
You see the shit im on, this some winner trait
If I don’t know your name You started banging late
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Told me not to do it but I did it Now them n***** questionin’ how we did it We was built for this shit but we ain’t picked it Diving off the deep end will have you winnin’ All these hating ass n*****, they’ll be aight All these bitter face bitches, they’ll be aight If the let bitch fuck, better do it right When you done, pack ya shit, you can’t spend the night
‘Member I was down bad, I’m the man now N***** come around playin’, now its man down Took a shot, end of work, got the paper for it Bitch braggin’ on her n**** like his name important Picture me hoppin’ off, slammin’ Bentley doors Runnin’ through this 42, smell it in my pores If we see it and we want then we pressin’ for it Killed the op that killed my dawg and got a blessing for it Got a hunnid on my neck spend a dub on a watch And the time always wrong but the grind never stop And lookin’ at it n**** like you finally made it Pullin’ up, AMG, ugh this shit is basic
Told me not to do it but I did it Now them n***** questionin’ how we did it We was built for this shit but we ain’t picked it Diving off the deep end will have you winnin’ All these hating ass n*****, they’ll be aight All these bitter face bitches, they’ll be aight If the let bitch fuck, better do it right When you done, pack ya shit, you can’t spend the night
They told me not to do it but I said fuck it Went with my gut feeling I’m fast forward, down the line, they can’t fuck with us Can’t tell the time on my watch ’cause one vision One thing about the marathon, this shit got to continue N**** This shit ain’t on me, man, it’s in me Ive done seen n***** get put in the blender being friendly I’ve seen a n**** start off with a zip he mad feenin’ I’ve done seen myself come up from the joint and get a million (Facts n**** so who you playin with?) I’ve done seen a lot shit but I ain’t sayin’ shit Police on a n***** head, I be on gang shit Couple Ms couldn’t change me, I’m on the same shit
Told me not to do it but I did it Now them n***** questionin’ how we did it We was built for this shit but we ain’t picked it Diving off the deep end will have you winnin’ All these hating ass n*****, they’ll be aight All these bitter face bitches, they’ll be aight If the let bitch fuck, better do it right When you done, pack ya shit, you can’t spend the night
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Back and forth about some shit that you done heard about Got to show the proof, all that I ask about Got me coming home early tryna work it out But still don’t get to pick a different route Fell in love with a hustler, so be mad at you You don’t see a n**** cry ’bout the shit you do You see us running out of time, we got to find a balance Think I’m on some bullshit I’m with Hit at Chalice
How the fuck you think a n**** keep the rent paid Pulling all these damn hours keeps the bills paid Tell me that you ’bout to leave but you still stay Packing all your shit double back the same day This shit is played out Couple things I won’t play about That’s my money and my time and my love Pick the same route Remember I was in the field right Leave the burner at the house and you know that shit ain’t feel right You know the truth I’ma field n**** If a bitch fuck with me then she know to keep it real with him Long term I ain’t begging for it Anytime I can leave, shit ain’t promised and I know you know it Loyalty can go a long way You on a dead end Going the wrong way
Back and forth about some shit that you done heard about Got to show the proof, all that I ask about Got me coming home early tryna work it out But still don’t get to pick a different route Fell in love with a hustler, so be mad at you You don’t see a n**** cry ’bout the shit you do You see us running out of time, we got to find a balance Think I’m on some bullshit I’m with Hit at Chalice
We be dressed up Dom get the checks cut Ex got her breast done Ciroc flavors on her tongue Back and forth with a bitch nah I ain’t the one Girls on a saturday I want to feel the love Players punch in my cup I’ma run it up Baby still single ’cause she can’t fuck Meanwhile I went up a couple million bucks Still pushing four wheelers started on the bus If you’re talking about us better talk cash Better talk cars, we be rolling fast I don’t text her I just get the network Before you come step up to us, first do your research
Back and forth about some shit that you done heard about Got to show the proof, all that I ask about Got me coming home early tryna work it out But still don’t get to pick a different route Fell in love with a hustler, so be mad at you You don’t see a n**** cry ’bout the shit you do You see us running out of time, we got to find a balance Think I’m on some bullshit I’m with Hit at Chalice
Songwriter (s): DOM KENNEDY, Hit-Boy & Pacman da Gunman
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Hit Boy Yeah All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin’ Cuz from day one we keep it real with him Yeah Aye All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin Cuz from day one we keep with him Yeah Aye
All these deadends dealing with these fucking mazes Imagine jumpin of the pouch just to feel the pavement Everyday the same shit man bro what was satan We ain’t know nothing else but them plots were waiting I remember cold night on 60th St I was Hit Boy on the block wasn’t missing a beat Just reacting get it crackin we cooking the beef That n**** had five bodies before 23 Imagine dreaming an shining then it really happened First you thinking planting then put the shit in action Now you notices the famous n**** is really cappin You get your shot the n**** you better captive Then she told me to go do it n**** just speak the truth Present the message and hopefully it will reach to you Just take the game and run with got to see I through This the blueprint from the grave now it’s up to you Aye All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin Cuz from day one we keep it real with him Yeah Aye All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin Cuz from day one we keep it real with him Yeah Aye Look
Only time will tell that’s when the truth revealed Great parents in the house but we still rebel Only wanted more so common sense was forigen Now we shine bright with our lighting in the storm We that lion in jungle when it’s time to hunt We that dick in your hand when you spark ya blunt We them n***** with no hope hanging in the front We them shells on the ground when they tape it up We them laces in your tucks you be laing up We that force that push you down when you try to jump Im that cumban around your neck Im a prize, n**** Im that shit that’s on your face when you cry, n**** Gotta hold me tight i’m that grip that’s on your pistol Im your counsious when you feel them n***** trying to get you Im that n**** that your momma told you not to play with Same damn n***** that you broke the bank with
All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin Cuz from day one we keep it real with him Yeah Aye Look All my dawgs up what they call us Urban ball us aint no stalin Cuz from day one we keep it real with him Yeah Aye Yeah
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back-to-back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
We be outside on them late nights, heart cold don’t think right beam on and my aim right get yo life took tryna think twice, can’t afford to be friendly, a lot of n***** wanna kill me aint to many real n***** left so a lot of n***** don’t feel me. don’t cry mama stay strong praying that I come home they say time heal but it don’t n***** only outside when we gone. Wanna call my n**** but I can’t today drugs still don’t take the pain away if life a game we came to play with this two three tryna fade away
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back-to-back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
(Yeah! Look!) Finger itching ever since I lost my n**** sent the kite up to the lord set him free so I can kill him, many nights hugged the block with my gorilla’s 8th ave and 63rd making movies only thrillers. Gang deep too late to change don’t drive slow cause we murder shit Pacman times Tiny June you can ask the opps they heard of this tape it off and no get back they know better they scared of this. fell in love with this street shit, proposed to me and I married it.
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back to back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
Songwriter (s): Hit-Boy, Yhung T.O. & Pacman da Gunman
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again Dealing with this Pressure still floating In the wind Man I pray to God He forgive me for my sins Tell me its a heaven Tell me we gone meet again
Phone ring Teardrop heart broken Jumped on the 10 West N**** still hoping Got the news My roll dawg Breaking news My son due today But still got nothing to lose Gotta make decisions And I’m cool living with it Don’t give a fuck what happened I ain’t sitting cool with it Make it to the hood Bang a left on 5th Gave a hug to blac sam You know granny give me strength Mama strong Mani strong Sammy song Lauren strong Adam strong Kross strong Holding on You a legend living Long If it wasn’t for you N***** would’ve never known How to run it up And be a boss Brought value To they work How to buy the block back Before they gentrify the turf Still hurt black cloud Feeling cursed Down the shaw last ride walking With your Hearse
Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again Dealing with this Pressure still floating In the wind Man I pray to God He forgive me for my sins Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again
Tell Fatts that I love him Tell Loue that I miss him Tell Blue Shade I’m Still riding with a pistol Lotta shit change But my love remain The same See these n***** Tryna gain clout Off of Nip name I ain’t fucking with em Got too many morals n**** We the front line Way too many wars n**** Had em fucked up Jumping out of forgins n**** Ask Tiny Cob I was There to score with em Now my n**** gone To tell the truth These scars will never heal Got exposed to the fake Cause the love was never real Went from Grinding out the trunk And The Slauson shopping center To thirty thousand fans crying at the staples center Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again Dealing with this Pressure still floating In the wind Man I pray to God He forgive me for my sins
Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again Dealing with this Pressure still floating In the wind Man I pray to God He forgive me for my sins Tell me it’s a heaven Tell me we gone meet again
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back-to-back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
We be outside on them late nights, heart cold don’t think right beam on and my aim right get yo life took tryna think twice, can’t afford to be friendly, a lot of n***** wanna kill me aint to many real n***** left so a lot of n***** don’t feel me. don’t cry mama stay strong praying that I come home they say time heal but it don’t n***** only outside when we gone. Wanna call my n**** but I can’t today drugs still don’t take the pain away if life a game we came to play with this two three tryna fade away
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back-to-back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
(Yeah! Look!) Finger itching ever since I lost my n**** sent the kite up to the lord set him free so I can kill him, many nights hugged the block with my gorilla’s 8th ave and 63rd making movies only thrillers. Gang deep too late to change don’t drive slow cause we murder shit Pacman times Tiny June you can ask the opps they heard of this tape it off and no get back they know better they scared of this. fell in love with this street shit, proposed to me and I married it.
I ask God to free my shooters out that cell cause we been sliding back to back tryna give these n***** hell, I ask god to get my brothers off that block cause we been posted with them poles by the light pole up on that block. I ask God to free my n***** out that system I just want my thugs home cause deep down I really miss them. I ask God to let me live another day, don’t let these opps take me away and let my lawyer beat that case.
Songwriter (s): B. Carr, Pacman da Gunman & Hit-Boy
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
Buy jewelry every few weeks Benjamin long yeah That’s a blue streak Bad bitches tagging along I got some new freaks Every time they see us They notice we rolling two deep Beamer Benz Bentleys and Porches With a new heat If I leave the club With some bitches I got a two piece 2 heads better than one We fuck on Louie sheets Blow me down In back of the car I’m talking AMG Bitch you think You fucking a star But I’m from RSC All money brothers With the biz I’m talking AMB Fly crippin we the ones Them bitches came to see Had a hundred thousand In gold with no appraisal Know these bitches Come and go So I don’t praise em N***** really hate When you on This shit get dangerous You can come play If you want You gone get famous Pac da gunman Stone cold Banging neighbors Home court In the streets And we score Like the Lakers Fat back woods N***** smoke Like Jamaicans Maybachs leather And wood Rolling in Vegas State facts forever I’m hood you gotta Play this Yeah
Buy jewelry every few weeks Benjamin long yeah That’s a blue streak Bad bitches tagging along I got some new freaks Every time they see us They notice we rolling two deep Beamer Benz Bentleys and Porches With a new heat Walk in the session Hung over with an S hat Go yard posted up On the table That’s where the Gat at Leveled up I sleep in the pent That’s where the plaques at Me and stone Linked up with hit This where the facts at Dam I wish God can bring my n**** Nip and Fatts back I miss my locs Everyday I’m having Flashbacks County jail squabble Opps and some jack flaps High school we had Glocks in our backpacks N***** that ain’t Cut from this cloth They ain’t make it Cyber diss get caught In the mall You gone be aching 30 shots we taping it off It ain’t no aiming Burner put a hole In my draws My shit be baking I done seen it all Behind these locs N***** shady Been real since I was born I can tell when n***** faking I been smoking lately Taking pills in this Mercedes That’s just a couple Things to keep a n**** From going crazy Buy jewelry every few weeks Benjamin long yeah That’s a blue streak Bad bitches tagging along I got some new freaks Every time they see us They notice we rolling two deep Beamer Benz Bentleys and Porches With a new heat If I leave the club With some bitches I got a two piece 2 heads better than one We fuck on Louie sheets Blow me down In back of the car Im talking AMG Bitch you think You fucking a star But I’m from RSC Bitch you think you fucking a star But I’m from RSC
Songwriter (s): Pacman da Gunman, J Stone & Hit-Boy
DA’MONTE LYLES AKA PACMAN DA GUNMAN Born July 28, 1991 is an American rapper currently one of the official members to All Money In, an independent record label founded by Nipsey Hussle, Blacc Sam, Fatts, and Adam. Born and raised in sunny California, he grew up in South Los Angeles specifically the Crenshaw District.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr., better known by his stage name Hit-Boy, is an American record producer, rapper, singer, and songwriter. In May 2011, he had signed a two-year deal with Kanye West's GOOD Music production branch.
project: Bulletproof Soul (2022) PACMAN DA GUNMAN & HIT-BOY
[Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah Niggas hot ’til they not Niggas pop ’til they popped I got my niggas with me, yeah Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
[Verse 1: Pacman da Gunman] Spin again, get it in and do it all again (All again) Pop a pill and tell the Lord, “Forgive me for my sins” (My sins) Spin again and see a ten, nigga, I’ma [?] Should we go and get the candles? Shit, it all depends (All depends) Lightwork, we not on it but it’s hard times (Hard times) Yeah, we make it look easy but it’s hard work (Hard work) Walkin’ with a [?] and I ain’t crawl first (Crawl first) Ask Baby Long John, wе got the call first Drop everything, countin’ quick, crеate me trouble Three opps, two shooters, that’s a triple double Niggas trippin’, I got dough, walkin’ with a duffle When them niggas playin’ crazy, I’ma keep it subtle (Yeah)
[Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (Oh, yeah) Niggas hot ’til they not (Uh-huh) Niggas pop ’til they popped (They popped) I got my niggas with me, yeah (Yeah-yeah) Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah (Oh, woah) Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no (No, no) Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
[Verse 2: Pacman da Gunman] Look CEO nigga with the business, I don’t talk a lot Sold dope, the killers gunfights in the parking lot [?], kamikaze suit, down to fuck ’em up Fifty shots, soundin’ like the [?] but it’s fuckin’ not Diddy bop, dawg, he was dancin’ ’til he bled out (Bled out) Never se me stop the shells, now the feds out Lion heart, when it’s time hunt, I’m a damn shark Demon time, niggas try to run, shout out Ozark You ain’t safe in this game that we playin’, nigga (Playin’, nigga) All respect when you speakin’ on my name, nigga (Name, nigga) So watch your mouth when you sayin’ what you sayin’, nigga Said your homies died, guess who sent ’em to the grave, nigga?
[Chorus: Richard Fisher] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah (Oh, woah) Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah (Oh, yeah) Niggas hot ’til they not (‘Til they not) Niggas pop ’til they popped (‘Til they popped) I got my niggas with me, yeah Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah
[Outro: Richard Fisher & Pacman da Gunman] Spin the block, hit a opp, yeah This is dice playin’ Street sweeper, get ’em off, yeah So don’t come out here playin’ like you niggas untouchable, you hear me? Niggas hot ’til they not Niggas pop ’til they popped Let’s not forget [?] got touched, fool I got my niggas with me, yeah Them niggas done killed Jesus Whole bunch of killers with me, yeah So all you niggas that’s poppin’ it, like you untouchable Throw signs, we really don’t speak, no [?] for real, for real Trippin’, get knocked off your feet, yeah I’m a cold nigga
Pacman da Gunman grew up immersed in South Los Angeles’ gang culture. Then, in the mid-2010s, he signed to Nipsey Hussle’s All Money In and set about turning hard-won street wisdom into steely, soul-searching rap.
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