Lyrics PLEDGE - Lil Mabu

O'er ramparts, we watched
Were so gallantly streamin'?
And the rockets' red glare
The bombs burstin' in air

Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (boaw, baow, baow)
I coulda lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (do it instead)
'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (bitches be feds)
I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (bullets it's fed)

I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu)
I'm the demon layin' under your bed (where the money at?)
Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (could flip it and beg)
You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (where the money at?)

Huh, like, 'cause I got bills to pay
And I got hoes to slay, and I got deals to make
I'm makin' too much noise, I'm like a swingin' door
All these CEOs, what they hittin' me for?

All my money good, I don't want no more, matter of fact, let's not talk no more (grrah)
A&Rs sendin' written notes, goin' back and forth, that's like a pinball
While I'm kicked back on a little boat, while I'm dolly with a can of Coke (hahaha)
I've been on a different mode, matter of fact, I want a bigger boat

Blackball me, I'ma pick and roll, what's two mill'? I want seven more
Look, you could be a lawyer or a doctor, I picked a different road
I'm a rap God, but the goons by my side, I'm in the middle road
Sorry, mama, got a bigger goal, need a candy Rolls like I'm Mr. Malone
Whole world gon' be singin' my songs
I don't do it myself 'cause I'm better than most (Mabu)

Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (doin' the pledge)
I coulda lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (do it instead)
'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (bitches be feds)
I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (bullets it's fed)

I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu)
I'm the demon layin' under your bed (where the money at?)
Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (flip it and beg)
You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (where the money at?)