"TRANSITION TO REALITY" lyrics
DVRST
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Pressure from my peers, who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' 'em fold, victim of my bullet lead
Tricks who want them treats from the Gold, smoke up in their face
Down for a smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Clickin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em actin' up
Tailin' with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word, 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin' out my chamber it's my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police, nigga, if you scared, mane
Flaugin' with your pistol like a bitch, you be a dead man
Stangin' like a wasp, if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-TEC
Welcome to my game, pimp, now you in the playas squad
Profilin' in your clothes, with them hoes you be on life support
I'm realer-
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
A 1-8-7 on a punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin' all your shit, just made me click you with my .38
Stangin' down? Nigga, please, let's go make a bloodstain
I'm MC Money, pistol packin', pullin' out them hollow thangs
Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round
Step up in my face, bitch, and I'ma put you underground
A motherfuckin' AK in my hand, pointed at you, dude
If you fuck up and you cross my ground, I'ma check you, fool
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Fear in my heart, I ain't scared to be the one that kills
So if you got your tone, bring it on, I got the same skill
Pressure from my peers, who provoke me to leave 'em dead
Gangsta Gold, makin' 'em fold, victim of my bullet lead
Tricks who want them treats from the Gold, smoke up in their face
Down for a smack in they back, bitch, it's a murder case
Clickin' on a punk, 'cause the funk got 'em actin' up
Tailin' with my wagon on the run doin' a donut
Hoes on the curb spread the word, 'cause I'm peelin' caps
Spinnin' out my chamber it's my anger, settin' mouse traps
Take it to the police, nigga, if you scared, mane
Flaugin' with your pistol like a bitch, you be a dead man
Stangin' like a wasp, if you cross some of this intellect
Fuckin' up yo guts with the touch of this 9-TEC
Welcome to my game, pimp, now you in the playas squad
Profilin' in your clothes, with them hoes you be on life support
I'm realer-
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
Busters tend to jump, but them bitches still lame
A 1-8-7 on a punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin' all your shit, just made me click you with my .38
Stangin' down? Nigga, please, let's go make a bloodstain
I'm MC Money, pistol packin', pullin' out them hollow thangs
Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round
Step up in my face, bitch, and I'ma put you underground
A motherfuckin' AK in my hand, pointed at you, dude
If you fuck up and you cross my ground, I'ma check you, fool
