You was talking all that shit
And you meant it
So dont you act defenseless
Say you got the keys
And whipping
But we all know it's rented
She say you gotta *****
And she on you
Truth is that she chillin
Yes I know I lied
And I cheated don't
Paint me as the villain
Everything happens for reason
Soul so cold I'm freezing
Said you coming home I believe it
Why you smell like *****
Brother said that I got demons
Don't care how he see it
How can you tell
When somebody
Lie Look inside they eye
Ma heard Johnny jumping
Off a bride, I hope that he fly
If it ain't my *****
Or my brother then that ***** can die
Hope he gotta angle need a Halo
When he reach the sky
Shoot a op at different angles
Smith Entangled opened eye
Thought he had the bread
It's too his head asking for the rye
He don't give me I want
It's looking nasty like a stye
You can pick yo wife or yo kid
Who you gone text goodbye
Running on these beats
But rapping aint like a exercise
Ima up a combo here come
The dawg with the extra fries
Oh my god I hope my *******
Thighs come with some extra size
Bedroom bully on god
Wait watch me testify
Get'er wit everything in the book
After her rolly eyes
***** suck my ****
***** Take that shit
Nigga make yo flip
Stack yo bricks
Everybody outcha gotta
Choppa with a hundred rounds
Niggas must forget
That a single ****** can put you down
Crazy ima nigga that was getting
Niggas off the ground
Now I'm climbing up
And nobody gonna live it down
I done had some people say
That they want me in the ground
Roll with niggas that used
To be my gang ima watch em clown
Code word been Poseidon
Up a Trident ima let em drown
If I call out Zeus Thunder
Coming let the Lightning loose
Hades snatching babies
Toss yo grandmama off a roof
Make yo Noose
All my niggas hunting Goose
****** holes as big as moose
Ima watch em knock ya tooth
String em up he getting loose
Confused don't know what to do
Better pray he ****** proof
Or he gone need a angle too
Choppa couldn't touch em
So I had my choppa take the roof
Drinking straight vodka
And that vox almost 100 proof
All yo niggas like yo shadow
Clone I'll make em poof
I be posted with the gang
**** is you gone do
***** suck my ****
And better make it quick
If I up a stick Ian wick
But I get it lit
Spray into the crowd just
To get ya don't care who I hit