Same as Before...

[Rawn MD]

SnF

Find me a middle man...
I got young gunners who'd kill for a little bread to get ahead
A crooked ass criminal at his pinnacle, with past acquittals in the feds
Keep my eyes low, behind those rose prada nickel plated lens
and tread with more a low profile than the tires hulled in the v8 benz
My minds so Capone, or Geryon with a list of sick demands
with twice the Gaul n no flaws than diamonds ship direct from France
drinkin raw, single malt that burns with the strength of ants
study'n law by the clause, I'd take that charge just to catch a glance
A strategist, protagonist, that plans the best when damned
Hyperactive pistol grip, bullets Ritalin regrets through blood n sand
My head is, invested in measurements, sums, cuts and grams
Defense system, munitions, guns, business, drugs, trusts and grants
Saki sippin, double dippin', embezzlements just another scam
they watch mine, I watch the time on my rolex bezel colored crayon
Slangin raw, China paw and angel dust in stables from Japan
strong-armin the game with fatal gloved hands in case the gun jams