Tank Crank

I done been through the worst
I done seen so much pain
My head fucking with me and I think I'm going insane
Seen the fakest ones switch and the realest ones change
Whip out on any opposition hoax them out like doctor strange
They ask me how I do it but all I really do is crank
Niggas steady dissing on my name but not in my rank
Waving phones around like guns but you cannot match a tank
I don't really diss on niggas its a long distance strangle
The bitch is not for me if she cannot get all my angles
If you dissing on my name you should expect to find yours mangled
Niggas mad sick let they bitches play them like a fiddle
I don't like to say much the money stops me from a riddle
If a bitch tries some shit then all I really do is giggle
Cold demon
Colder then an icicle
Kick back relax
I'm your bitches new bicycle

Just know what's going on
I'm in the booth
All that candy I got a cavity in my tooth
Too much rap cap hmph
The shit we do is quiet you won't see it in the news



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Writer(s): Owen Carlson
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