[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain’t lined with nothing
Got me contemplating about doing a crime or something
I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with
Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E
Lights about to get shut off, gas tank is on E
And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be
Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and
And now I’m locked in this room on some solitary confine shit
Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from
And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a costume and mask to conceal this
Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero
Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet
And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets
Thinkin’ payback’s sweet and it’s time to punish y’all
Standing at the mirror as the bloodhound, underdog
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I don’t want to, do the things I do
Why would I want to, do these things to you
Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy
Motherfuckers won’t love me
I could really get ugly muddy
Silly like that putty Kutty
We gon’ have to get bloody plucky
Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go
Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain’t lined with nothing
Got me contemplating about doing a crime or something
I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with
Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E
Lights about to get shut off, gas tank is on E
And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be
Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and
And now I’m locked in this room on some solitary confine shit
Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from
And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a costume and mask to conceal this
Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero
Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet
And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets
Thinkin’ payback’s sweet and it’s time to punish y’all
Standing at the mirror as the bloodhound, underdog
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I don’t want to, do the things I do
Why would I want to, do these things to you
Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy
Motherfuckers won’t love me
I could really get ugly muddy
Silly like that putty Kutty
We gon’ have to get bloody plucky
Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go
Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
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