Mantra

Get your lady

Cop, piff, inhale and cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

I'ma show you how it's done right nigga

Drop this when the sunlight gone

Better run right home when the sky turn black

Screaming, "Fuck five-O" 'til my line go flat

In that ash-gray Bimmer we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe

Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms

Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you

Back like how I need to style, I invented you (yup)

Act like you don't know the name

Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky

Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch

Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky

The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me

Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga

Name getting bigger than the difference between us

Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em

Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)

You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch

And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick

And you ain't ask for this

Now you surrounded with a gaggle of a hundred fucking thousand kids

Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and pic

'Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick

And they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thick

I said, Sweat (Sweat) shirt (shirt)

You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet him when he send for me

With a cleaver and a .30 and some twisted weed

I pick one and let the crimson leak, nigga (nigga)

Get your lady

Cop, piff, inhale and cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

♪

You used to say you like violins

And your lifestyle depend on me

And I know it's night time when you get lonely

And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me

And despite all the facts that you got phony

You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me for the bastard I was

And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club

And the last couple months was the worst 'cause I smashed all the trust

That I earned in the past couple months that we had as a couple

My absence of fucks was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve

We just smashed and we scuffled

Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you

Now you're taking all your property back, and it's obvious that

That, apart from the fact that we fuck, and it's bomb

Man, I hate when you home, and I

And when I'm gone I don't call 'cause you nag

Man, I brought you the shit

And I bought you some shit

What you offering here?

(Fuck you offering here?)

(I shouldn't even, the fuck)

(Fuck this)

♪

Nigga, get your lady

Cop, piff, inhale and cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick and playing cautious