Toxic Mindset (feat. Uncle Jemima)
Explain this to me alright
Why this punk wont fuckin' fight
He stepped on me then backed down
He ain't gon' make another night
The gat is loaded and I'm gunnin'
Make him think I'm playin easy
Thinks he got off, then he's bleeding
And once he's down I look around
I gank his shit, go into town
At the club and I make my rounds
Takin' shots I don't fall down
Charisma showing in abundance
Especially on a substance
But you'll cross me and it's over
You'll be dead slung on my shoulder
That's not a warning, it's a promise
Fuckin' cross me you'll end up in vomit
Leave the club after some chronic
With some bitch named fuckin Margret
Take her straight back to the pad
Fuck so good she calls her dad
He comes gets her and I gank him
Two more down sick with the gat
Their stories ended just as others
Last they saw were sewer gutters
Dropped 'em down the plumbing sea
Bodies found by TMNT
Time to toke grab a smoke
One last bar before I'm broke
So many people try to play
Fightin' others for the game, borderline insane
Like I'm twisted yea I'll risk it for some fame
Tell me I won't make it raining on parades
You gon' catch a stompin' I'm done puttin' up this damn charade
You ain't nothin but a player I am simply top game
And right before I go
Let me drop one more on you bro
It's the last I've gotta say
And then I'll dip like fuckin bane
YOUR BITCHASS DISPOSABLE
MY PRESENCE UNOPPOSABLE
OPPS AND COPS WILL ALL BE STOPPED THEIR BODIES DECOMPOSIBLE
In love with my demons
You're the one keeping them inside of me
Third degree I'm burning up returning
The one you wanna see
Gunnin' with a gat I'm pourin' dust
Tourin' bus take the bait
We block you runnin' way for your life
And you prayin' but its too late
You wanna be buddies but testing my patience
They tryna spot me on camera surveillance
I'm stabbin' you slow bitch I makin you pay
Shedding your tears for what I took away
Fuck all the haters you're gonna obey
You bet on your life and you lost the debate
Throw in the towel all is gone
Keepin' stealthy keepin' calm
Put your hands up in the back
Yuh I strip you for everything without a strap
I don't get it like, say what you sayin is cap
Push you deep in the hell whilst I'm runnin' a lap, uh
Fuck around talk about why is you out
Bitch I'm takin a beautiful route
You don't wanna admit that you've summoned your doubts
But I'm still at the top sayin what's that about, uh
Why this punk wont fuckin' fight
He stepped on me then backed down
He ain't gon' make another night
The gat is loaded and I'm gunnin'
Make him think I'm playin easy
Thinks he got off, then he's bleeding
And once he's down I look around
I gank his shit, go into town
At the club and I make my rounds
Takin' shots I don't fall down
Charisma showing in abundance
Especially on a substance
But you'll cross me and it's over
You'll be dead slung on my shoulder
That's not a warning, it's a promise
Fuckin' cross me you'll end up in vomit
Leave the club after some chronic
With some bitch named fuckin Margret
Take her straight back to the pad
Fuck so good she calls her dad
He comes gets her and I gank him
Two more down sick with the gat
Their stories ended just as others
Last they saw were sewer gutters
Dropped 'em down the plumbing sea
Bodies found by TMNT
Time to toke grab a smoke
One last bar before I'm broke
So many people try to play
Fightin' others for the game, borderline insane
Like I'm twisted yea I'll risk it for some fame
Tell me I won't make it raining on parades
You gon' catch a stompin' I'm done puttin' up this damn charade
You ain't nothin but a player I am simply top game
And right before I go
Let me drop one more on you bro
It's the last I've gotta say
And then I'll dip like fuckin bane
YOUR BITCHASS DISPOSABLE
MY PRESENCE UNOPPOSABLE
OPPS AND COPS WILL ALL BE STOPPED THEIR BODIES DECOMPOSIBLE
In love with my demons
You're the one keeping them inside of me
Third degree I'm burning up returning
The one you wanna see
Gunnin' with a gat I'm pourin' dust
Tourin' bus take the bait
We block you runnin' way for your life
And you prayin' but its too late
You wanna be buddies but testing my patience
They tryna spot me on camera surveillance
I'm stabbin' you slow bitch I makin you pay
Shedding your tears for what I took away
Fuck all the haters you're gonna obey
You bet on your life and you lost the debate
Throw in the towel all is gone
Keepin' stealthy keepin' calm
Put your hands up in the back
Yuh I strip you for everything without a strap
I don't get it like, say what you sayin is cap
Push you deep in the hell whilst I'm runnin' a lap, uh
Fuck around talk about why is you out
Bitch I'm takin a beautiful route
You don't wanna admit that you've summoned your doubts
But I'm still at the top sayin what's that about, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Jakeb Kalbacher
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