S.O.T.L. (Silence of the Lambs)
Here we go
Luda
The world's screwed if niggas pourin' drinks like Bill Huxtable (ha)
I love R. Kelly but around my daughters, I'm not comfortable (uh)
Stand for what you believe in like Kaepernick
You either in control, or you gettin' fucked, no abstinence
Uh, it's not enough blacks in the driver's seat like at NASCAR
Why? 'Cause racists people still drinkin' what's at Roseanne's bar
Uh, Gandhi told me to be the change that I wanna see
But Mayweather told me blow my change on a shopping spree
What the world needs now (what's that?)
Is love sweet love (is love sweet love)
But while the world takes the time
Can I get some drugs, sweet drugs? (Drug sweet drugs)
'Cause when you rich too rich, all you get is mug, mean mugs
And I'm gettin' to that age, sweet age
I shouldn't be up in the club, sweet club
Damn
Grown shit, oldest daughter 'bout to go to college, nigga
Least I can do is leave her with a little knowledge, nigga
Yeah, the clock's tickin' but just know that all my music timeless, nigga
Ha, rap brought me back to restore a little bit of balance, nigga
Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb'
I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram
Uh, pay these niggas no mind
Try to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em, damn
Shit 'bout to get ugly like Shabba Ranks, Mister Loverman, damn
Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch
Any questions, any problems, we could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish
If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow, we could do shots, bitch
Goin' brazy in the Lamb'
I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram, uh
Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch
Yeah, life's a test that X's all the losers from winners (yeah)
Oh, so watch me pass on that ass like Kendall Jenner (whoa)
Whoa, they say between love and hate there's a thin line (yeah)
I say love or hate, still no snitchin' that's a 6ix9ine (no)
.45 tucked away in the gut (uh)
Ain't a killer but don't test me
'Cause if any nigga try to come at me or my family
Then the cops is gonna have to arrest me, catch me, fetch me
Niggas is wearin' a bulletproof vest just to go outside (brr)
Innocent people are bystanders, some are recordin' murders on their cameras or they on live (live)
Social media got kids wantin' to commit suicide (damn)
'Cause everybody's gettin' scrutinized (damn)
'Gram stuntin', those the truest lies
Now the parents need to be supervised
That's ass backwards
Bombs blowin' from the terrorist attackers (whoa)
Natural disasters
Computer crashes (whoa)
World leaders classin' (ooh)
Separatin' us into different classes
Protect the elite and destroy the masses
So all up in the hoods it's pistols blastin'
No wonder why the hood gets not compassion
We don't have no shape, form or fashion
Feelin' like Mother Earth is mismatchin'
So we gotta hurry up and take some action
Or close your eyes and just imagine
Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb'
I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram
Uh, pay these niggas no mind
Try to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em, damn
Shit 'bout to get ugly like Shabba Ranks, Mister Loverman, damn
Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch
Any questions, any problems, we could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish
If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow, we could do shots, bitch
Goin' brazy in the Lamb'
I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram
Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs
Writer/s: Christopher Bridges, Dwayne Carter, Jordan Mosley, Jose Angel Velazquez, Justin Lashane Mosley, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Timothy Z. Mosley
