Leprosy
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no whip
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no crib
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no chick
Don't say that you got your own shit
When you got no ends, bitch
12 noon and I just woke (And I just woke)
In bed alone still fucked from the night before (Night before)
I look around, where my bitch go? (Where my bitch go?)
Then I remembered wrappin' tight rope around her throat
I'm the mage and I wake when your eyes close (When your eyes close)
Hair long, face tatted, I'm a lost soul (Lost soul)
Fuck cliques, I'm a solo (Solo)
You don't got a whip so you ride a dick to your show
I don't owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin' your shit
I don't really give a damn where you been
You ain't never gonna be a motherfucka
That I really wanna be a matter fact
I never wanna be another mothafucka but me
Keep on pretendin' that you are the prophet
But one day you will be alone
Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone
A loyal bitch is hard to find, like a Ghostemane tee
Yeah, they rare but mane just keep your fuckin' head up like a king
Most of all don't ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain
Bitch I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no whip
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no crib
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no chick
Don't say that you got your own shit
When you got no ends
But you got no whip
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no crib
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no chick
Don't say that you got your own shit
When you got no ends, bitch
12 noon and I just woke (And I just woke)
In bed alone still fucked from the night before (Night before)
I look around, where my bitch go? (Where my bitch go?)
Then I remembered wrappin' tight rope around her throat
I'm the mage and I wake when your eyes close (When your eyes close)
Hair long, face tatted, I'm a lost soul (Lost soul)
Fuck cliques, I'm a solo (Solo)
You don't got a whip so you ride a dick to your show
I don't owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin' your shit
I don't really give a damn where you been
You ain't never gonna be a motherfucka
That I really wanna be a matter fact
I never wanna be another mothafucka but me
Keep on pretendin' that you are the prophet
But one day you will be alone
Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone
A loyal bitch is hard to find, like a Ghostemane tee
Yeah, they rare but mane just keep your fuckin' head up like a king
Most of all don't ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain
Bitch I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no whip
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no crib
You say that you got your own shit
But you got no chick
Don't say that you got your own shit
When you got no ends
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Whitney
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