Aye
You can call me on the phone but bitch I'm thirsty
If you got a problem, now-Imma give you thirty
If you wanna holler, meet me at the chopper
Lookin' kinda dirty let me get you to nirvana
Hungry for the pussy but I hate the f*cking drama
I don't think I'll manage but I really really wanna
Everybody gangsta till they meet their f*cking karma
Now I got a lotta problems I don't f*cking want em
Runnin' through the city with the motherf*ckin' blade
Felt the chopper heavy so I left it at my place
Broke my f*cking neck and then I left without a trace
Bury all the bodies bitch I came back just in case
F*ck you all, f*ck the lord, f*ck the peace
But sometimes I need someone to bring all of the f*cking schemes
Now I got it
Do you want it
If you want it
Bitch I got it
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch I got it
Still broke, but I gotta lay low, so low
Just another f*cker, call me Scarecrow, wah
Gotta throw my shadow out the window, for sure
Wait a minute, let me use my limbo
Imma kill these f*ckers cuz I'm real man
So I'm at the bottom and it's real bad
Isolated on my own I feel sad, shit
Bet you got a problem but I feel glad
Ha
F*ck them haters, smoke a blunt so I can numb this pain
I don't really give a f*ck about the paper man, I don't
I keep doing this shit forever if I can
That's why I'm out here struggling to pay my f*cking rent
Even though you got a problem with my music
Just leave me alone before I flip it and I lose it
Better watch your mouth because you talking to the lord
What
And don't forget I'm running with the motherf*cking sword
With the sword