The Myth

I'm one of a kind the way I stay on my grind
Take a look in my mind an let me know what you find
Just the man and the menace fighting demons inside
So I had to switch the presence, now I'm feelin divine

Still write every word bitch, I ain't riding no wave
Even when I'm swerving, I still stay in my lane
Couple twist an turns with a little time to complain
Came from sleeping on the curb to overnights on a plane
Dripping sauce through the clouds an y'all under the weather
Just the Man an the Menace going harder than ever
I'm the nigga feeling proud, had to stack up the cheddar
Now this money all around
(...an it's...)
Fuck all the bullshit that ya claiming
I'm back in the building an bagging bitches cause I'm famous
Stacking this money it's like the green an me related
No family bond since everything was always tainted
Drown in the bottle until my sorrows feeling faded
Or I smoke two blunts rolling a double dutch
Hop into my bag steady swerving when I'm turning up
Stick in my hand like a nigga ready to burn the clutch
Catch a nigga slipping, take his bitch an leave him in the dust
Now his body missing, she dont miss him cause she roll wit us
Trying to make a difference with my interest focused on the bucks
Niggas must be tripping, I ain't missing come an try you luck
If you got an issue, here's a tissue I don't give a fuck

I'm one of a kind the way I stay on my grind
Take a look in my mind an let me know what you find
Just the man and the menace fighting demons inside
So I had to switch the presence, now I'm feeling divine

Fuck niggas talk when the real move in silence
Hustling they money just so they can multiply it
Time is money bitch so all this money really timeless
Niggas steady lacking so I'm putting all my time in
Rhyming an shining brighter than a diamond
Caught a couple L's in my past, I don't mind it
Wouldn't be the man I am today without the crime an
Now I'm steady running up the bands when I'm grinding
Niggas steady lying, leaving bitches crying
An whining about how niggas ain't worth a dime
An I'm tryin to keep, demons out of my mind
But every now an then I let em take me for a ride
Like we tokyo drifting round the highway to hell
Swerving every lane, middle fingers to the 12
Smoking straight gass that I roll like a barrel
Paint the perfect picture on the wall like a mural
Fading to the darkness now I'm often feeling heartless
Went from the bottom to being labeled as an artist
Niggas wanna end me but I'm barely getting started
I must be a scholar cause these niggas looking retarded
I'm going dumb, got these niggas looking stupid
All that talking out ya ass, a nigga finna show you ruthless
Break a nigga down to the ground leave him toothless
Catch a nigga slipping I'll be damned to leave a loose end
Fucked around and now he laying down no comfy coffin
His mama sad his wifey lookin bad she do this often
Finna bag a couple hundred bands just from me talking
An spend it on replacing the bullets I used to off him

I'm one of a kind the way I stay on my grind
Take a look in my mind an let me know what you find
Just the man and the menace fighting demons inside
So I had to switch the presence, now I'm feeling divine