Law

(álbum: Red Eye - 2023)

(Blame Swagg for this motherfucker)
(Damn, Marley, you fired this up?)

You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch
They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch
I'm at the range shooting that .308 in Dior leopard print
In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president
Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down
I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around
I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds
The day my daughter turned eleven, I showed her how to weigh a pound

Passing out these blicks, we finna spin, we tryna slide tonight
Call my lil' bitch up, she from Stone Mountain, I'm tryna vibe tonight
Take that cheesy jewelry up your neck, that shit ain't shining right
The jeweler told me that don't make no diamonds, that shit moissanite
If we come together, then we leave together, that's just law
Got PTSD from these streets from all the murder I done saw
Gotta protect my life, I'm going broke, I'm buying ammunition
Since everybody snitching, I prefer to go on solo missions
Red eye in my socket, that shit match the laser on my fire
I'm finna take the rap game over this year, it's pressure getting applied
A hundred loads in bubbles, I make sure the city get supplied
He tried to touch my chain, we left him stinking, I can't believe he tried

You can't fault a nigga for being himself, you knew he was a bitch
They gon' take a mile, so you can't give a nigga a single inch
I'm at the range shooting that .308 in Dior leopard print
In my hood, them niggas protect my life like I'm the president
Walk inside my spot, if we don't know you, we gon' pat you down
I can't wife no freak, she for the streets, she just a pass-around
I told cuh let that M4 rip because I like the way it sounds
The day my daughter turned eleven, I showed her how to weigh a pound