Mantra (Live)

[Intro]

Get your lady cop

Piff, inhale & cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holdin' my dick & playin' cautious

[Verse 1]

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-o til' my line go flat

& That ash gray bimmer

People will be calling at the pigeon coop

Jack knife bitches to they couches in they living room

Ask who the best & I doubt that they picking you

Back like Caillou & the style, I invented you

Act like you don't know the name

Only time I ain't mute

When the choke just stanky

Listening to Pre getting dome while I lane switch

Bitches by the three licking coke off the pavement

Poster child you 'posed to hate me

Bold & wild you broke & angry my nigga'

Name gettin' bigger than the nigga' from [?]

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 hatin' then they'll pass the titts

Now they houndin' dick & You ain't ask for this

Now you surrounded with a gaggle of a hundred fucking thousand kids

Who you can't be mad when they want a pound or pic

Cause they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick

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 him when he send for me

With a cleaver and a thirty & Some twisted weed

I'm thick blooded, let the crimson leak nigga'

[Verse 2]

You used to say you liked violins

And your lifestyle depends 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 of the facts that you got phony

You gon' tell em' bout' the night that you exposed me

For the bastard I was & how I probably smashed every bitch

That I passed in the club in the last couple months

Was it worse cause I smashed all the trust

That I earned in the past couple months

That we had as a couple

My absence of fuss was a problem

That we ain't never really get to solve

We just smashed then we scuffled

Try and keep it calm but I snap at you

Now you taking all your property back

And It's obvious that apart from the fact

That we fuck and it’s bomb, man I hate when you home, Man, I hate when you home

And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag

Man I'm going through the shit & I bought you some shit

What you offering here?