The Grey People HYDRA MANE

[Verse 1]
Okay
Here comes another ill verse from the MANE
I'm about to paint you a picture without the paint
They said you want it
Now you get it
I've been busy fading out
And not a single fuck was given
Them colt 45s had me swangin in the mornin you could never keep me dry
I was drankin like I was older
What's the matter?
Check your pulse lil homie
You've been skippin a beat
Get a job young brotha instead of beating your meat
Damn
There ain't nothin like a fact check
It left me feelin broke sittin folded
With a snapped nеck
Well hell
I guess I'll keep on pushing through thе madness
The problem is when everybody's lookin I feel trapped
Yeah I travel on this journey through life
I dabble with a grain of salt and keep my hand on the mic
Hey
I got them lyrical talons I'm made to last steady
Like every word out my mouth amounts to the past heavy
Pushin down on my craft that's been days and nights
I know they all will feel my wrath when I'm rippin it right
That's how im trying to make a change
It's only for the better though so let me do my thing