mantra

get your lady, cop, piff, inhale & cough, rip the label off this, picked the road that got twists, i'm holding my dick & playing cautious, imma show you how it's done right nigga, drop this when the sunlight gone, better run right home when the sky turn black, screaming "fuck five-0" til my line go flat, in that ash-gray beamer we'll be callin that the pigeon coupe, jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms, ask who the best and i doubt that they picking you, back like how i need to style, i invented you, act like you don't know the name, only time i ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky, listening to pre, getting dome while i lane switch, bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a, poster child, you're supposed to hate me, bold & wild, you broke and angry, my nigga, name getting bigger than the difference between us, niggas is fake, i limit the features i give 'em, sweat shirt, you know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch, and if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick, and you ain't ask for this, now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids, who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound & a pic, cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick, and they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick, i said sweat, shirt, you can tell the reaper imma meet em when he sent for me, with a cleaver, & a.30, and some twisted weed, i pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga, get your lady, cop, piff, inhale & cough, rip the label off this, picked the road that got twists, i'm holding my dick & playing cautious, you used to say you like violins, and your lifestyle depend on me, and i know it's night time when you get lonely, and tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me, and despite all the facts that you got phony, you gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me, for the bastard i was, and how i probably smashed every bitch that i passed in the club, and the last couple months was the worst, cause i smashed all the trust, that i earned in the past couple months, that we had as a couple, my abscence, a fuss, was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve, we just smashed & we scuffled, tryna keep it calm but i snap at you, now you're taking all your property back & it's obvious that, that apart from the fact that we fuck & it's bomb, and i hate when you home, and when i'm gone i don't call cause you nag, man i brought you some shit, and i bought you some shit, what you offering here?, what the fuck you offering here?