text: 21 Gun Salute Lyrics
  Flip, flip
  Flip, yo
  Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute 
  I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable 
  My lifestyles wonderful 
  My future is colourful 
  Why they so miserable? 
  They come like Miss Trunchbull 
  Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
  Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you 
  My blessings still comes in two 
  My presence fill up the room 
  They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore 
  Call me Lord Voldemort 
  Call me Ron Weasley 
  I thought trappin was easy until the feds wanna put me on B wing 
  They tried tell me category one or two, no, it weren’t no category three ting 
  Same day I got my sentence, I still went and sent a pack to C wing 
  Shorty said she wouldnt leave me but I soon heard, Im done with you 
  She said, Ill still keep in touch with you 
  And, I still have love for you
  And, if you have love for me, why would you let them put cuffs on you? 
  How can I put my trust in you? 
  How many times did the gang dem scream Free me?
  Police just dont wanna leave me 
  Told bro Ill blow and he didnt believe me, he used to throw away my CDs 
  Top floor flip, you ever heard the beenies? They fall in love when they see me 
  Might give it up if she tease me 
  She rub it all like a genie 
  Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute
  I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable
  My lifestyles wonderful
  My future is colourful
  Why they so miserable?
  They come like Miss Trunchbull 
  Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
  Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you 
  My blessings still comes in two 
  My presence fill up the room 
  They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore 
  On the move, he burnin my dough on the spoon 
  Up and shoot, then, brodie, get back in the coupe
  I just shut down the Malis and Scousers
  Im back in the bando, I barricade doors 
  My nigga, my story is real, they can vouch for me, I know you fabricate yours
  Three in the mornin, they got me in custody talkin to constables 
  A trap house went up in flames on the mains and they said Im responsible 
  Im not the nigga you saw , Im not the nigga you thought
  I bought my bitch a new bag, I made it back already, Im comfortable 
  You niggas know LB my twin and most of you niggas our nephews, our kids 
  Im sendin you rats to the hood and Im bringin my niggas to live in the sticks 
  Half a billion streams, independent, most niggas aint done what we did 
  We done turned down five mill deals, let me talk my shit, Im young and Im rich 
  Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute
  I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable
  My lifestyles wonderful
  My future is colourful
  Why they so miserable?
  They come like Miss Trunchbull 
  Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable
  Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you 
  My blessings still comes in two 
  My presence fill up the room 
  They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore 2Embed