Mantra

Get your lady Cop, piff, inhale and cough Rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and playing cautious I'ma 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 and 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 (sweat) shirt (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 and 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 (sweat), shirt (shirt) You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet em when he send for me With a cleaver, and a .30, and some twisted weed I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga Get your lady Cop, piff, inhale and cough Rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and 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 absence, a fuss Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve We just smashed and we scuffled Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that That apart from the fact that we fuck and 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? I shouldn't even, fuck, fuck this, fuck all this shit Young nigga, get your lady, cop piff Inhale and cough, rip the label off this Picked the road that got twists I'm holding my dick and playing cautious