Gusto

[Intro: Sample] For gusto For old time's sake For old time's sake (Gusto) [Verse 1: Slaine] A higher power and a gun to put it Under siege, burn the sun to soot, it's stunning footage When one believes that he can fly, it's like a hundred footed Cunnin' bullet falling from the sky had you understood it Yeah, yeah, this destiny was special for me All the times that I was tested gave me testimony Lightning striking next to homie, death is on me All my possessions gone, making all my efforts lonely To be left alone, stretching dawn Revenge in my perception, had my weapon drawn Pray to heavens for a severance for my seven sins, but I'm effing gone Watch my life flash before my face, seven seconds long All this time I been gone, I been goin' for the gusto Kid, it's just the biz we live, it's never what it seems, nothing is Cousin, fate is buzzing for your ribs Where you stand and deliver when they coming for your crib 'Cause they goin' for the gusto [Hook: OT the Real & Sample] For gusto (For old time's sake) Got the gusto (For gusto) Hey big bro, let me holler at 'em for a sec (For old time's sake) [Verse 2: OT the Real] I'm just tryna be transparent with you If you put me on to rob your plug, I'ma share it with you All we had was what we bagged up, we used to share a pistol Now they know if they see someone with us, it's 'cause they're official Can't hang with everybody, they be wantin' to play If I told 'em that your jewellery's on you, they'd be on their way For the cake I coordinate, and they gon' run the plays Last point I touched, judges gave me eighteen hundred days Deuce of haze in a small container Carefree I walk the yard 'cause all my bros have bangers I maxed out my sentences, I got no detainers Most of these rappers bitches like aerobic trainers A little fame will have your circle smaller They said OT, detectives asked me to buy a circle off ya If you goin', keep your strap, keep the work up off ya Homie threw up when he heard the offer He got the gusto [Hook: Sample] For old time's sake (For gusto, for gusto) For old time's sake (Gusto) [Verse 3: KXNG Crooked] Go for the gusto, homie smokin' on dust though, yeah Broken and cutthroat, bringin' the smoke to your front door, yeah Crunk when the guns blow, took your coke and it was over a busload Now they rollin' in dough and don't give a fuck mo' This is the code we uphold, never fold when you sell packs Pullin' up strapped in them Hellcats, we can smell rats I be dreamin' of freedom on them cell mats I'm thinkin' of all my scars while I'm inking these bars like jail tats Too discombobulated, my crew is just crime-related The booth where the trauma's painted These shooters just violated a dude 'til his pupils were dilated Laid his body under a white sheet, when the troopers removed it - his mama fainted My life was fucked, thought the future would foil me But I rapped about it on beats and purchased coupes with the royalties The pinky ring is bussed down, them diamonds a flood though A rock Chris ain't even seen before, word to gusto [Outro: Sample] For gusto