Rock designer chains, give a designer brain Livin' for the finer things
bitch, I'm always sad So I try to think about the brighter things
Rockin' Alexander Wayne, poppin' pills, cause I'm always in pain
Supervillain, bitch, you can call me Bane. high, I'm on a different plane
so high, higher than planes. And I ain't gotta explain
I get high, think I'm goin' insane I get sad, I might blow out my brains
I'm beginnin' to feel so high that I might overdose
I've been here for like half an hour, up in this comatose
So insane in the brain, I think that I might overload
Bitch was actin' lame, so I told her that she gotta go
I be numbin' the pain, I drown it in this audio
Bitch's pussy was musty, it smelled just like a sloppy joe
Didn't know she was your main, but man, that bitch still top me Though
I thought I knew some things, but wait, I think that bitch just taught me some
She's way too attached, I might just give her back
This love shit is just wack, please just fade to black
She's way too attached, I might just give her back
This love shit is just wack, please just fade to black
I keep k and a Mac-10, please don't get caught lacking
No, I'm always packin', I just got some packs in
Too in love with trappin', but sometimes it gets wack, man
So I had to start rappin', you don't get them racks in
Bitch, boy, quit your cappin', all I see is the dollar signs
All I see is the dotted lines, strugglin' with these thoughts of mine
All of my diamonds, they shine, I don't got the fuckin' time
Man, this shit is do or die, big Glock 22 named Coraline
Yeah, I get the bag boy, I run it up
Yeah, your verse is straight ass boy, you as dumb as fuck
You can ask your girlfriend, boy, just how she suck
Yeah, you know we get the bag, man, we get Megabucks
Hundred, fifty, tens in Benjamins, yeah, we trust
I could give a fuck about a hater suck on my nuts
Yeah, I run to the bag then I double it up
Yeah, I really get them packs in and mail that shit out
Fuck a hatin' bitch, I tell that hoe watch his mouth
Tell these boys don't play with me, cause I came out the south
These girls like to play with me, so I had to kick that bitch out
Please don't make me bring my Glock out, its gon' be a knockout
We might have to pop out, we gon' bring the mops out
Yeah, I really don't know what these pussies always talkin' bout
all this drama, on my mama, I might use my llama and just knock you out