My Mental

I feel I was here to pop my shit
Spark my glock
Drop the clip
Reload and assist
Them dancing antics need to stop
l'll pop lock
Drop his top
Left hand over the right
This a mop
To hit them folks
I always kept a glock
4-0s pop like a worn tire
You outta yo element retire
Cause Non coming for necks
Stretching whoever disrespect
The dialectic he getting off of his chess

No need to flex
But I'm the greatest let me show u
Take a trip through my mind
You'll find that ill expose u
In every line I put imagery so devine
Like wine
It get better with time
Check my watch
That's Patek Phillip time
Yo average Phillip didn't spend a pretty penny
Or made a dime
He a rat dropping dimes
Didn't do it
Just witnessed the crime
What a pitty
He'll never be great as I
Choppa leave him paralyzed
Till he realize I'm the greatest
Poke out his pair of eyes
No lie straight psychotic
Been like this since I tried that perc narcotic
Or is it cause this exotic
I been smoking
From the motherfucking tropics

If u got a problem come fix it
Imma risk it for the biscuit
Make your Señorita my misses
And deuce you with the 9 mm difference
I'm a chemist
Mixing the insides of theses bitches
Make em wet as Mississippi river
When I see him put a hole in him
Lord knows imma sinner
But in my dilemma
It's either rob or eat air for dinner
In my dilemma
Pack a heat or be cold for winter
Freak bitch get more wood then a splinter

If its war before
I send his ass to the lord
I creep in his door
Give em four as he hit the floor
For sure
Imma up the score
Or leave his head at the shore
He better be Christian
Dior cause he cant restore
Got me a hammer like Thor
For his whore
That I swore to adore
I can't ignore
When I store this blade in her core
Flatlined like a underscore
It's no pain anymore
Please forgive me lord
I went over board



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Writer(s): Ishaun Riddick
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