Vic Wainstein - Mantra lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] I'mma show you how it's done right, n***a Drop this when the sunlight gone Better run right home when the sky turn black Screaming "f** five-0" 'til my line go flat In a ash-gray beamer, we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe Jackknife b**hes 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 throat while I lane switch b**hes 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 n***a Name getting bigger than the difference between us n***as is fake, I limit the features I give 'em Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt) You know you famous when the n***as that surround you switch And if they hated in a pa**ive tense And now they hound your dick, and you ain't ask for this Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 f**ing 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'mma meet 'em when he send for me With a cleaver and a .30, and some twisted weed I pick one, and let the crimson leak, n***a [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] You used to say you like violins and your lifestyle depend on me And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely And tell all your little friends how that b**h stole me And despite all of the facts that you got phony You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me For the ba*tard I was, and how I probably smashed every b**h That I pa**ed 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 f**s 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 f** And it's bomb, and I hate when you home And I- and when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag Man, I brought you the sh** and I bought you some sh** What you offering here? "What the f** you offering here?" [Hook] 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