Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
But he don’t fight fair, no, instead he’ll shoot ya
Straight like an arrow through your friend’s medulla
I’m in your nightmares, ho, like Freddy Krueger
Creepin’ in some Nike Airs though, never Pumas
Shout out the bro J. Cole though, we been Dreamers
You know the pole stay close in the red Bimmer
We’re prepared for the cold, got like ten heaters
I ain’t scared of your folks or your friends either
We can cook the beef like a barbecue
And we can serve ya fast like Arby’s food
It’s Feast or Famine and they starved the crew
They out lookin’ for a snack and they gon’ start with you
You parlez vous to the captain and the sergeant too
That‘s why the department catches but never charges you
Catch and release, feedin’ rats back to the streets
You got eaten by the wolves ‘cause you ran with the sheep
Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
I’m on my fifth album, I don’t do mixtapes
I don’t talk to ya ‘cause I know about your snitch ways
Bullets drawn to ya like a moth to a lit flame
Chainsaw take ya Face/Off like I’m Nick Cage
So if you wish to harm me, bring a bigger army
The Bodyguard make sure you won’t lay a finger on me (on me)
‘Cause if you do, I’ll pull the trigger calmly (calmly)
And spin the block in case the witness saw me
Won’t find the pistol on me if they happen to search me
Make you nap in the dirt, sleep in a casket or gurney
I’ll cock the hammer and burst before you manage to hurt me
Have you askin’ for mercy if your actions concern me
Claim self-defense and take my chance with a jury
Tony Parker, nine on me like the back of the jersey
911 on speed dial, tell the ambulance hurry
Treat your life like a free trial and cancel it early
Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate
Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate
Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage
And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020
An 18-minute instrumental hip-hop suite from the Philly beatmaker, inspired by ’70s thriller movies from India, China, Europe and beyond. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 7, 2021