Lyrics:
(Yeah)
Baby you talk to the pain
Baby you drive me insane
Baby I'm driving a crane
(Huh huh)
You popped a spiff
I popped and leaned
She look at me; switch
my phone cause she hoping that I miss her
I leave her in the dark then let the monster out the zipper
Pussy call my name like it's open for discussion
brothers don't talk about it
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money,
men than Kim K
If the flies on the wall could talk it'll be ugly
If the flies on the wall could talk it'll be over
For all of us
If the flies
the code we live by
Hands in the sky n****
Don't you even die n***
Punk n**** talk
Grown men walk
Coward n**** scared
So they bussing of the roof
N**** Ohh
a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend
Use intercourse to settle scores with women who have been vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in
It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote
to blame
If only he could open up, love a little more
You're looking at a picture, I'm looking at it too
Do you see what I see today, hey
Let's talk
do it all
The talk on so it's easy to prove to y'all
I grab the jet catch me New Vegas holding
By the campfire Garcia Vega rolling
Swollen, haven't you
to get some change
Imma be a legend at the end of the day
Men, I'm a lyrical monster
This the life that I chose, my neck is froze
Bro, I gat a Meeting with
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
freedom look a little more free
Maybe you're just jealous of the glamorous life
Maybe you're a lot like me
Maybe my height makes the small men smaller,
Yeah
Scary punch line
Passing road signs
I can't wake up
I just coast by
I need money man
I need more time
I need dollars bro
This my go time
I need
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
life as in your dreams
You've got to be the monster
When you've done your very best
When things turn out unpleasant
When the best of men take bribes
You and I, 'til the day we die (Trackmasters)
Yo, yo
Ex-girlfriend, how you been?
I see you still tryna fuck with other women's men
Remember
rights people watchin like it's cable
Imma little monster, this is not a fable
Labels gettin mad cause I'm turnin all the tables
I ain't gotta rap about my
to make lemonade
How, when you never safe
Down, she go, dead again, poof
Na, na, na, they just kill me
I see men, I see monster
Every day, a new coffin
Yet
Hateful little king!
Spiteful little king!
Vengeful little king, who
took my son away,
my darling child.
Damn you Beowulf!
You who killed my son
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
the haters
Will you always be little men
That cannot see what once was can be again
Tiny little men
Ha ha the king lives Polow
Chilling in this club
sniffin' it
And it became my cocaine, I just couldn't quit
I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster
I became a hypocrite, concert after
like a monster drippin out the closet
I'm iced out these baguetties stone flash out
No blue ocean by the river this a brown trout
Shells pouring outside
the Porsche color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana
This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
It ain't
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