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
 
 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
 
 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
 
 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