[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Mayday! Everybody hit the ground now
Better hurry up before the Tommy Gun'll turn everybody in the ground round
Now now, lifting up before they kick your sound on that surround sound
He used to pull up on our block and moving shit but he don't ever come around now
Where he go? I don't know
You gon' find him? I don't need to
Why? I'm the king around this motherfucker so he might as well be see-through
I eat fools
Now we talking about that he gon' wanna do a redo
Fucking pull up any given Sunday, it's a one way full of evil
I ain't never walk around this motherfucker telling people that I'm all that
I ain't never had no money, I was penny pinching nigga, like a mall rat
Blood, fall back
He gon' end up with his face break with a ball bat
I'ma hit you all up with some shit to make 'em say "Fuck you call that?"
Think about it, you could take a minute, better take ten
Too many be up on top of the fifty but look at what the fuck I'm raised in
Everybody hated, no debating, now I'm suffocated like I'm caged in
I was raised in the Southeast with the OGs real made men (What's happening nigga?)
Now I'm independent hell faded with the Brain
Wife wanna stuff pussy in the face, eat it up like Candy
Too way in, I was in the room off shrooms watching Mandy
Trying to put this shit on repeat like when DC did Yandy (Ugh)
Told 'em that I was a little bit off of my rocker
Diagnosed, been Brainsick but still ain't got no doctor
Don't nobody wanna help out, shit, ain't no real shocker
I'ma just keep propelling like helicopters
Mayday! Everybody hit the ground now
Better hurry up before the Tommy Gun'll turn everybody in the ground round
Now now, lifting up before they kick your sound on that surround sound
He used to pull up on our block and moving shit but he don't ever come around now
Where he go? I don't know
You gon' find him? I don't need to
Why? I'm the king around this motherfucker so he might as well be see-through
I eat fools
Now we talking about that he gon' wanna do a redo
Fucking pull up any given Sunday, it's a one way full of evil
I ain't never walk around this motherfucker telling people that I'm all that
I ain't never had no money, I was penny pinching nigga, like a mall rat
Blood, fall back
He gon' end up with his face break with a ball bat
I'ma hit you all up with some shit to make 'em say "Fuck you call that?"
Think about it, you could take a minute, better take ten
Too many be up on top of the fifty but look at what the fuck I'm raised in
Everybody hated, no debating, now I'm suffocated like I'm caged in
I was raised in the Southeast with the OGs real made men (What's happening nigga?)
Now I'm independent hell faded with the Brain
Wife wanna stuff pussy in the face, eat it up like Candy
Too way in, I was in the room off shrooms watching Mandy
Trying to put this shit on repeat like when DC did Yandy (Ugh)
Told 'em that I was a little bit off of my rocker
Diagnosed, been Brainsick but still ain't got no doctor
Don't nobody wanna help out, shit, ain't no real shocker
I'ma just keep propelling like helicopters
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