i came to do my thang mane

I came to do my thang mane
We swarming the main frame
I flash the fake fuckers the glocky I let it bang
In order to maintain
I gotta smoke 8 J's
I'm weeding out the fraudulent around me like i'm stained
Lately I been high but lately high ain't been enough
Started doing good but that's when everybody hit you up
But it don't bother me much
Cause 99 gon spark a dutch
And grip his nuts
And run amuck
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
A shell of a the person that I used to be
Put on my mask and I bury it deep
I don't even think I know the real me
Sky raining blood as I black out the sun
Pile the bodies the offer is done
Throw out the line auto leaving him stunned
Storm through the gate bitch the end has begun
I slither in this bitch, ain't slipping without the wind
I'm ripping into yo grin, intent but I gotta win
Dough stacking up fuck yo sense so
What the fuck is you tense for?
Aye go head hit up on dis indo
Bitches always talking but talking ain't pay yo rent hoe
All these people flocking but fraudulent so I dip out
Aye
Pussy boy you got a big mouth
When yo balls dropping I'm cockin, my glocks dick out
Aye
Cracker really wanna see what's up?
Imma grab the scorpion and sting em if they fake as fuck
Aye
Glowing up and now they showing up
Load into yo life and see you nothing but a fucking bot
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
A shell of a the person that I used to be
Put on my mask and I bury it deep
I don't even think I know the real me
Sky raining blood as I black out the sun
Pile the bodies the offer is done
Throw out the line auto leaving him stunned
Storm through the gate bitch the end has begun



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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