Salute

Lyrics

Salute (Clean Lyrics)
(Written by Lance Howard)

Hook
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter

Verse 1
N they call me bread cuz i got it them old faces, them new faces them blue strips i got it
its LP in dem robbins
bread life we on deck
gota bag like a TSA
goons wit me they gone check
sending shots thru them text
we don’t respond to them loose threats in my town we don’t play around haters know you get laid down
click clack go nap nap
bang bang n that pow pow
if you got them hittas homie
you beta call em like right now
its real in the streets
its kill or be killed
all the young boys hollering
drill or be drilled
they aint got no time for it
they laying it all on the line for it
it’s grind to they shine for it
get money or die for it
it’s bodies dropping like errwhere
all in the streets
only thing in common is
don’t trust the police
an altercation with the opposition
might have you reaching for your ammunition it’s gangland they proposition
close casket that team winning its ugly

Hook
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter

Verse 2
n Its bread life or it’s nothing you either down for it
or around for it
or you out end of discussion
I’m a young brother thats hustlin fitted cap and fresh Jays
if you knew my story baby
swear to god you would be amazed going for it with no sleep
haters on me they trying to creep bag full loud rolled
my ninding be my roadie
I’m on the road no codie
bad chick she a trophy
ask around from the 708
to the 305 they know me
I’m on the road
thats a paid mission
show the world like bossie did em haters talking but i aint listenin deaf to em like i don’t hear em they got nerve i got bread international like breezy says
they spectating you just hating thats spec-hating i’m integrating I’m innovating the innovators
while climbing up that escalater the elevator to the sky scrappers take hard work and hella paper
i won’t stop until i’m major
till they bronze my name
its LP Da Assassin you know the name

Hook
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter
2 fingers to the head is how u betta great us
sitting on the throne is where you bout to see us
all dese boys yeah day want to be us
you gotta watch me do my thang man aint nothing sweeter