S.O.T.L. (Silence of the Lambs) [feat. Lil Wayne]

Here we go

Luda

The world's screwed if niggas pourin' drinks like Bill Huxtable (ha)

I love R. Kelly but around my daughters, I'm not comfortable (uh)

Stand for what you believe in like Kaepernick

You either in control, or you gettin' fucked, no abstinence

Uh, it's not enough blacks in the driver's seat like at NASCAR

Why? 'Cause racists people still drinkin' what's at Roseanne's bar

Uh, Gandhi told me to be the change that I wanna see

But Mayweather told me blow my change on a shopping spree

What the world needs now (what's that?)

Is love sweet love (is love sweet love)

But while the world takes the time

Can I get some drugs, sweet drugs? (Drug sweet drugs)

'Cause when you rich too rich, all you get is mug, mean mugs

And I'm gettin' to that age, sweet age

I shouldn't be up in the club, sweet club

Damn

Grown shit, oldest daughter 'bout to go to college, nigga

Least I can do is leave her with a little knowledge, nigga

Yeah, the clock's tickin' but just know that all my music timeless, nigga

Ha, rap brought me back to restore a little bit of balance, nigga

Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb'

I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram

Uh, pay these niggas no mind

Try to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em, damn

Shit 'bout to get ugly like Shabba Ranks, Mister Loverman, damn

Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch

Any questions, any problems, we could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish

If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow, we could do shots, bitch

Goin' brazy in the Lamb'

I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram, uh

Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch

Yeah, life's a test that X's all the losers from winners (yeah)

Oh, so watch me pass on that ass like Kendall Jenner (whoa)

Whoa, they say between love and hate there's a thin line (yeah)

I say love or hate, still no snitchin' that's a 6ix9ine (no)

.45 tucked away in the gut (uh)

Ain't a killer but don't test me

'Cause if any nigga try to come at me or my family

Then the cops is gonna have to arrest me, catch me, fetch me

Niggas is wearin' a bulletproof vest just to go outside (brr)

Innocent people are bystanders, some are recordin' murders on their cameras or they on live (live)

Social media got kids wantin' to commit suicide (damn)

'Cause everybody's gettin' scrutinized (damn)

'Gram stuntin', those the truest lies

Now the parents need to be supervised

That's ass backwards

Bombs blowin' from the terrorist attackers (whoa)

Natural disasters

Computer crashes (whoa)

World leaders classin' (ooh)

Separatin' us into different classes

Protect the elite and destroy the masses

So all up in the hoods it's pistols blastin'

No wonder why the hood gets not compassion

We don't have no shape, form or fashion

Feelin' like Mother Earth is mismatchin'

So we gotta hurry up and take some action

Or close your eyes and just imagine

Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb'

I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram

Uh, pay these niggas no mind

Try to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em, damn

Shit 'bout to get ugly like Shabba Ranks, Mister Loverman, damn

Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs, bitch

Any questions, any problems, we could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish

If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow, we could do shots, bitch

Goin' brazy in the Lamb'

I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram

Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak, all a G.O.A.T. needs is silence of the lambs