The Menace

All these niggas toting Glocks like they really finna blow
Claiming numbers from they block while they being hoes
Fucking different bitches cause that's all they really know
When it comes to stacking digits I feel like I'm going pro
I was never cool enough to ever kick it with y'all
Always looking down at me like I'm the worst of em all
Just a loud, broke, black man is all that they saw
Now I'm coming for they head call me the mexican mob
I am a cut throat hustler, fuck what ya heard
Got a bag around my wrist, you still living the worst
Put a bounty on my head ya ass will be in a herse
Done this shit for too long to let a nigga strike first
AIways got a glock on me an some ounces of weed
Couple bags here an there shit you know how it be
Nah I ain't a dope dealer, shit is strictly for me
Let a nigga try an touch it, gon be dead on the scene
God damn Maverick coming back in this bitch
'Bout to throw thirty racks on a new stack of some clips
Got me a Mac with a choppa an I'm blasting that shit
If a nigga wanna problem, you will find him in a ditch
Pull up with my demons like I'm rolling with a team
Choppa locked an loaded headshots with the beam
Finna leave a nigga dead and do the dash from the scene
And I don't really got the time so don't be talking to me

Came up from the bottom bout to make to make to the top
Came up from the streets, where all these bitches being thots
All these fucking niggas always steady posted on the block
That's the reason why they still stuck up in that broke box
Different struggles on the daily I just don't give a fuck
Starting hustling the paper an I ran up my bucks
Straight gass, stupid loud only thing that's in my blunt
An Mayhem coming at ya, now it's time for you to run
Walked in dripping niggas slipping on my sauce
Bagged two bitches an I'm hitting both raw
Sauce devil spitting an I'm really taking off
I ain't in to playing games so I never take a loss
It's the menace, take a second just to step in my brain
Viallainous little nigga just a little insane
Going hard everyday making play after play
Got my ice on froze dripping harder than the rain
Thirty bands glisten from my mothafuckin' fit
VVS diamonds from my ear to my wrist
Dont even get me started bout this whip I'm finna get
Niggas getting mad but they ain't ready for the risk
Toe tag a nigga if he try to be a fighter
Body bag a nigga if I let them shots fire
Always spitting flames so I never need a lighter
Smoking straight gass now I'm only getting higher

Vicious lil nigga making moves like a don
Stacking up the payment 'till the day that I'm gone
Never chasing bitches I'm just chasing the funds
Only in it for the paper I ain't playing with none
Still the type to up my glock an get that beam steady aiming
Any nigga wanna try me imma leave him on the pavement
Think that it's a game, best believe that I ain't playing
Load a thirty round clip its gon be thirty niggas laying
Really getting tired of the bullshit I be facing
Niggas hating an dissing all over the name of Mayhem
Like I'm really not the person that you always hear me saying
I ain't capping I'll take ya body parts, rearrange em
Keep a tight lid on the habits of the old me
Using the past as a lesson I started noticing
Back in the days when the demons were taking over me
Felt the presence of the menace now my demons rolling deep
Fighting em off, but they still tryna take control of me
Forcibly putting pressure on my shoulders, by holding me
Weighing me down, they tryna fold me like a folding seat
Lyrical venom, an these niggas sick of the poisoning
Back in the building an bagging bitches like I'm supposed to be
Stacking the digits, every payment these niggas owe to me
Niggas hate in private but in public they approaching me
Faking an fronting I won't let them niggas too close to me