Correction Lyrics Wesson (Video Version) by Yung Fazo

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(Pilgrim)

I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson
'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin'
My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson
You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression

I call my MAC-11, "Welcome", wait 'til it greet ya
I pull up to my elementary, flex on my teachers
Who said I should never be a dreamer?
Well, now, I'm doin' something and you not, pays to be a believer
They say more money, more checks create the problеm
You wouldn't have a problem if you off the onеs that start 'em
How you talkin' down to me but you was at the bottom?
I was watching your career fall, autumn
Don't talk a lot 'cause I'm a man on a mission
If I'm the best, there can't be compet**ion
Clean the Benz up, watch how it glisten
Know we the G.O.A.T.S, if you would just listen
My circle small unlike the one in your chest
You come for one of us, then nine more coming straight at your neck
We could argue and bicker, but in war, we gon' connect
I be shootin' at your temple like we was some Aztecs
Big chain, gold rope, know I'm down, ten toes
Got me off the Senzu, no, this ain't no pinto
Hasta la vista, best come back with my dough
Or soon you’ll see the light, it gon' be when my nine blow (Pilgrim)
I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson
'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin'
My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson
You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression

But like, damn, huh
Pull up with that chopper, get your man, huh
That lil' boy, he hatin' 'cause you know that he a fan, huh
When Fazo hop up on that beat, you know it go bananas
Know I got it on my own, yeah, I ain't take no handouts
Yeah, why you leavin' me? (Woah, woah)
Six rings, man, I ball like 23 (23)
Open up your eyes, girl, and tell me what you see (What you see)
You didn't wanna mess with me but you on your knees (On your knees, yeah)
I been making all these hits, don't need no sleep (Need no sleep)
I be grinding, it's like seven days a week (A week)
Hit after hit, man, I come in with that heat (Yeah, yeah)
Balenci' on the coat the Yeezy on the feet (Yeah)

Can't really f**k with all you lame hoes (Lame hoes)
They just want that money, that's way it goes (Yeah)
And you really want that smoke, I got that Draco (Woah)
Know I got a Wesson, let that thing blow (Let it blow, let it blow)
Bullets spraying, where are they at?
Move too fast to hit your noggin
In the same sudden motion, you heard me, your head was bobbin'
Way I pull the trigger, think my gun command me like it's Bop-It!
Apple don't fall far from the tree, maybe that's why I'm rotten
To the core, hit the corner store
One dollar Arizona's what I used to drink before
But now I'm makin' hits and hits and music, damn galore
So now you wanna hate in silence like the Cold War
It's aight now, neck full of ice now
Dad in penitentiary, was dreamin' 'bout his life now
Pull up on me, lights out
Hatin' how you like now
Only fourteen making bangers, got you like, "How?"

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