Hook
Gunnin right through ya favela
Corruptin the wood in ya hood
Remington, sturm as ya weather
You know that shit do you no good
I am the fuse, the sicario
I am the sprite that your married to
I know that you want me to set you free
Please do not let me go carry you
Verse
You know i be scopin' your next akin
textin him up for ya medicine
Tremors you tremblin', petulance
Aim for that excellence, wrestlin'
Depression is vigilant? Guess again
Heart it be strenuous, lessenin'
Lessons not learned till its reckonin'
Beckoning, i'll go on record im questionin'
When you gotta plaque theres no shame in drugs
he went for degree and became a plug
A saint to us would never lace us up
Grace the cup and have our fuckin' faces numb
Make the bread when we chase the crumbs
But i ain't restin till the cake is done
Adjacent funds, abrasive when they ate the slums
I see you you blamin nuns, You hatin god
A victim to a lame facade
I know your homie got shot
I know ya mama sell crack
I know ya daddy inside
I know that she dont text back
I know ya brotha got stabbed
Uncle raised a shot glass
I know you wanna cock fast
Blow your brains they all laugh
But still you gotta face that shit
You've heard it before have some faith n shit
Fuck how you was raised n shit
Fuckin raised in shit, ahh fuck it make em pay for it
Bitch...Make em' pay for it
Hook
Gunnin right through ya favela
Corruptin the wood in ya hood
Remington, sturm as ya weather
You know that shit do you no good
I am the fuse, the sicario
I am the sprite that your married to
I know that you want me to set you free
Please do not let me go carry you