False prophets, false idols, fake people
Lying to the lord devil’s under steeple
Fake transparent, they all see thru
Awarded by the devil you ain’t gods people

Ol’ acrylic ass nigga you fake as a mufucka
I’m keeping it gangsta so street so gutter
Honest as a naked picture bare it all
Like I got my shit out pissing in the stall
Dick and the balls you can put em in your mouth
Student of the East Coast raised in the south
God body, high and holy one of the most devout
Mamba Mentality rat face and snout
I’m in killer mode I put in the blood code
This is MGS2 and you ain’t got a node
I’m just the bro it’s morphing time like Zack
We are not the same all your hero’s are whack
From the era of the backpack, 80s baby seen crack, you’re a wheel of misfortune your Pat don’t say Jack
Homie watch back when plotting on the Co
You sipping Kool-Aid I brought blunts I’m want smoke



I know the tactics and I’ve seen the energies
I was sober as fuck didn’t need the Hennessy
Without a single drop of rum or a drag of the blunt
Seen the Chainsaw Charlie’s rest in peace to Terry Funk
You idolize the lies fall victim to these guy
Whether you call him Trump or prefer Joe Biden
Cobra never hiding I’m in plain sight
I understand you movements are fear and fright
Just because you’re afraid doesn’t mean I don’t take flight,
I can change your mind and live a hell of a life
The ghost in the shell that dwell in the mic
Biggie Jay Z and Nas Rob Sean and Mike
She got munched like Ice Spice
But don’t believe the hype
Cause if your heart don’t break they coming with the knife
They game is trife and the rules they engage
Are designed for your compliance and to keep you enslaved