And I am coming with the range Not calling no names on P But this them same boys they said would never reach the key Met Mister E. and him and me decided we could win We flipped the script and we bout to be legal kingpins That message sent from old Savannah They down with me so I ain't got to call Atlanta But if I do it ain't nothing but even worse for you Tell them to bring the hearse for you
Just call me and tell Peter I be the Peter of the cipher Pastor Troy pass the rifle Any rival ain't no rival lest we make the rivalry
Having problems with my rifle Y'all watch y'all enemies Cuz war has been declared Cuz war has been declared
For my whole number connected Bout to give life to all you punks Y'all talk, we pop the trunk Picture me and mine drunk Ain't never had before we hooked Say yall want to go to war And that's ok cause now will Because to us no love was given Somebody's gone come up missing