These niggas mad mayne
You ain't even a contender
Haha aye, tell em, aye
I'm good to go
Wussup, dis your boy Pone mayne
Pimiping on nearly everything, ya digg
Straight up, straight like dat, come here
It's like money on the board and you crapping
So whats happening wit the Gatling
Its muddy under water, keep paddling
I been traveling and gambling
When I was growing up broke and I was close to poor
And everybody couldn't wait to close the door
I got a lil bit of game then I got some more
Got a handful of strippers and hoes to go
I know its wrong but I do it right
I treat it right, I heat it right, I beat it right
Get it right, My Jesus piece say he the light
We free tonight, she wanna ski tonight
Guess we ain't getting no sleep tonight
He talking bad but he breath like me so
That mean we bleed alike
I'm Pone the piper give me the mic
Seem simple, you don't even need to write
A coward dies a thousand times
Scream Pimp but you don't even live the life
Slick as ice, I mean I'm nice
Cuz I sacrificed and I payed the price
Making drops
And we ducking cops
And we popping glocks
And we play the Vice
And sprayed the mice
And I prayed to Christ
Stayed concise, But I shake the dice
Shoot for the Odds
Food for the Gods
Devil's Pie, take a slice
Do me wrong and I take your life, Nope
Matter fact I rather take ya wife
Let you live, let it burn
Cuz everyday, she pay me twice
And I'm
I am everywhere. You ain’t never there
Even when I’m scared, you can bet I’m still prepared
Ready to make a move. So what you gon’ do?
They closin’ in on you. Stick around, that’s on you
It might look like I’m here, but I’m off in the atmosphere
It’s clear to me, I’m probably everywhere that I shouldn’t be
But still, I done built somethin’ can’t nobody control
And it will impose my will, even at the cost of my eternal soul
Brimstone in my nose
Exhale the fumes on the flow
Sometimes I’m rude to them hoes
I ain’t a pimp, but you know
What you want, go get it
You tried, I done did it
And got it down to the point it’s robotic without a thought
Bionic, wielding the force. Immortal trapped in a corpse
Herald of the apocalypse with a horn and a horse
If ain’t my lance goin’ through ya, my fans gon’ do ya
My pen pushed the propeller that dropped and chopped through ya
And not to sound vein, but I’m pulmonary dope
If I don’t say it, who will? You get your focus from pills
I get mine from the hate. Irate, my mind dilates
And makes cracks in the gate I break through to change my fate
And I’m...
I am everywhere. You ain’t never there
Even when I’m scared, you can bet I’m still prepared
Ready to make a move. So what you gon’ do?
The end is upon you. Stick around, that’s on you
I am everywhere. You ain’t never there
Even when I’m scared, you can bet I’m still prepared
Ready to make a move. So what you gon’ do?
They closin’ in on you. Stick around, that’s on you