[Intro] For the next four minutes We're gonna do some roleplay I'm gonna be a drug lord Here's my story
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Verse 1: VI Seconds] And I'm kickin' something foreign, wait Foreign weight, crack, fuck your debate El Chapo, with a hot flow, hostile Greedy children from the way I hoard the cake
See the way I came back on my shit Feens knockin' from the moment that I package the shit White girl for their noses The sweet smell of Miley you know this
I can build a crib with the bricks I'm movin' within' the street Not a worry bout' a thing police aren't gettin' me I'm calling the shots, slick and calm as a fox You fuckin' with the money? Then I'm palmin' a Glock
I'm armed and I pop, but if I don't really wanna' I'm sending out my Lil' Niggas to bring you the drama Never learned to give a fuck more This is day by the day in the life of a drug lord
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Verse 2: VI Seconds] Years later, demand in my sections Insane, Niggas know this man is a legend Caught a couple bodies off of Niggas rob me If anybody saw there's no recollection
Hush, you don't want me to let this Bust, it's known that I'm wreckless Just know if ya man didn't make it Trust, no retaliations
Till the day that a couple of haters Tried to claim my life cause I'm getting my paper They came up the palace guns a blastin' The balls! I was shocked like the effects a taser
Niggas on the roof takin' aim with a laser Shootin to kill thoughts of death don't phase em' Guarding the income, offin' these fuck boys Shit you gotta deal with, living as a drug lord
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Verse 3: VI Seconds] Here I relax amongst the bodies Don't give enough of a fuck for sorries I lost some soldiers but I'll buy some more Cause ain't nobody satisfied with being poor
I got coke all in my mansion Coke all in my mansion I got coke all in my mansion Coke all in my.. Wait hold up
Now I wonder how these Niggas knew just where to show up An inside job makes all the sense Cause everything that's happenings an easy blow up Let me slow up, Cause I can't think when tense
Let's check, almost got robbed a while back And they knew my layout which means a rat Is amongst my soldiers, within my pack And if it's fucking with profit I ain't fucking with that
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Verse 4: VI Seconds] Ten hut, I wanna hear no noises Cause' one of y'all amongst us is bringing us poison So spill, I wanna know just who got the issue Cause I got a .45 that'll be happy to split you
So which one of you has to need to Plot and bit the same hand that feeds you I noticed a gone face that wasn't deceased And it hit me, the face of the one released
The the phone rang... "So it's you Ricardo? You know what I do, why be retardo? I fed and paid you, you had no needs But I guess it happens when Niggas got greed"
"Heh, my Nigga, you're funny You took my brother, I'm taking your money Don't chase, cause' problems are what you're beholding The cops are gon' be there in only a moment"
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Verse 5: VI Seconds] Everything that I've worked for Whipping in the kitchen from a sophmore Gettin' taken away at the end of this day Cause' a snake Nigga chose to act softcore
Whoop Whoop and so it starts All because of a bonapart Someone I took in with generous eyes Coming in only to plan my demise
Heh, that's how the story goes When paper cometh some homies go I got to be a god in this era But trustin' a peasant? The largest of errors
Fuck it, I built this empire And ima' stand by until I expire And so I approach as cops shoot at my gang So if I gotta go ima' go with a bang
[Hook] Contraband, Contraband I'm counting' bands from sellin' this contraband I'm wearing foreign shit, I'm walkin' contraband They want a Nigga gone, for all this contraband
[Outro] And here I lay In a fucking pool of blood That's what I get for trustin a Nigga huh? Fuck itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
