LYRiCS:
(VERSE) Storm trooper
Cash looper
Mommies bad
Betty Bopper
I'm the big bad W-O-L-F
No huffing and puffing
cus I ain't wasting breath
I'm like kick the door down
Or light T.N.T
and watch this b.tch blow up
and debris fall down
I'm who the devil thought of
and who Jesus brought up
I'm more like the prod of
yo mother, sister
brother, father
but I'm mister 
Big Cappy
A hat tipper
the lone soldier
Mr. bet it all
Big risk taker
Let em think that they tough
I'm the b.tch-maker
Born Mecca
Raised as Micah
The trifecta 
Of perfected 
Man methods
Mr. money getter
so place yo bet in
This a crooked ass game and we only do what we need
Clothing all who need clothing and only feeding who can't eat
Shots not only sent, but the trucks backed up 
into the upper class fence
F.ck Martin Luther King, This that 2-Pac sh.t
with a little Malcolm X and that Wakanda mix
Getting buck wild on some buck wild sh.t
We orchestrating thousands on some take back sh.t
but mentally you're f.cked up
looking at your own like who could really trust, ya
Shut that b.tch up in you, I'm lighting Hindu
Getting right in the mental, if money governs loyalty
Then we all turn against you, raised guns raised fist
Them metal arms will hit, you

(OUTRO) This what love do when love turns against you

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