Chad Muska

Chad Muska
Neversoft
On the grind
Ain't coming off
Stick the landing
I keep coasting
Got the drip
Now I'm soaking
I'm straight posted
You can come and find me
Talk that shit
Y'all better tread lightly
Y'all high and mighty
Till you under
Size eleven Nikes

Try me boy and
It's gonna be a long night
Gunning at your throat
With a long knife
Ghostface mask on
You better run for your life
It's all over when
You're in my line of sight
Fuck the fame
And fuck the hype
Fuck it all I'll never be right
Sick boy in the house
I'm demented
Tormented and it's
Never ending
Fuck pretending I'm really
Up in it
Few episodes from being
Admitted to the clinic
Living livid with a tinted
Vision
Been hidden and mentally
Imprisoned
I busted out the bitch
I've finally arisen
Left me no other option
For this decision
Became stronger through
The attrition
The final transformation
Of this villain

I was railin xans
When half these rappers
Were still in diapers
Lookin like some fuckin rats
Trapped in a pit of vipers
Don't want me to come and find ya
Neighborhood boogeyman
For hire
Don't get caught up in the crossfire
Now we down to the wire

Dead meat fuck boy you look expired
Got no patience left I'm tired
Get a scent of your blood
And I'll bite ya
Let the chain off this Rottweiler
Fuck with me consequences
Are dire
I can't fuck with all you liars
Scared to be around people like me
Cause I can see the bitch inside ya
Fuck boy I've done what you won't
Slashing throats
Got blood on my coat
Got no threads left up in this rope
Walked through the valley of
Death with no hope
Did my dirt just to stay afloat
Put in work with no scapegoat
A Phoenix rose through the fire
And ashes
All you see left is the smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Ring
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