Bangers

[Verse One: King Magnetic] King Mag and Reef on the same disc Your guns are borrowed, y'all gon' reach for the same shit Collab with calibers, stab them challengers Days are numbered and you sweet inside, Advent calendars Seen on, Black Christmas I don't mean Kwanzaa I don't need not a one of you to do what I gotta Not a shooter, you get shot at I'll have my niggas rob your session And don't have to stress 'em to get my gwap back Stack on top of that Feds ain't stoppin' that Give a rapper a banger, I don't mean stocking cap We gon' make it cause I hold you down Attack mode till new joints are oldies now Golden crown controls the pound like digi scales Downloads bubble and double my digi sales Thisis50.com, you can find me now I'm a Shady contractor, 50 should sign me now [Reef The Lost Cauze] I be puffin' all kind of grass I beat you down with an Umbrella Like Chris Brown did to Rihanna ass Yeah that's kinda sad Like your little raps It's the new Malachi and Lil' Dap I seen your perform before and ain't a nigga clap Don't confuse it with real life, this is rap A fabrication of someone else's imagination It's what makes you niggas try to act Jamaican What the bumbaclot? You really got a Glock? You really slung the rocks? Man you'se a fuckin' cop I see the wire in your shirt dude This is a chess game Tell me homie, what's your first move? I'll never be a pawn, you'll never see the don Why now-a-days, rappers dress like PM Dawn? We still rock Timbs stuff 13 bucks in the store, catch us on tour for 10 bucks [Reef talking] Nigga. That's a CD price nigga