Haters wanna nibble on my dick
Like I got candy in my foreskin
Mesh gettin the money bitch
I be going all in
Rap till face melt
Bitch I know you see me
One day ima pull up in a lime green Lamborghini
But For now Keep it low key
Don’t act like u know me
Fuck a hater
Hit them with the okie dokie
And I’m just doing what I want
Focus on my self
Fuck what they talking bout
Running your mouth
Squawk about
Walk up to your merch table
Bitch where your permit at
That design is whack
My closet got no Fuckin space for that
Single edge bladed weapon to your neck
Cause I keep it more sick
Then the wholе fuckin pandemic got
Mesh Manifest dopе shit like I’m a motherFuckin genie
Spit my game, talk my shit
And now they wanna be me
One day ima end it all
Until then ima do me
You carbon copy hoes lame
Fuck your face
Get up out my frame
Nobody really fuck with that back to back
They drop tracks but the feeling hasn’t changed at that
Stay strapping, take another hit, what happened
Laughing, thinking that ya made it check back son
Every single time I’m getting close I snap
With that attack stuff ya fucking feelings in the bag
Hold up, no drip but still fluid
If you do it like I do it, doesn’t matter what the shoe is
Don’t do it, bitch don’t do it
Filling yourself with lighter fluid
Killing yourself ain’t nothing to it, it’s nothing new
It’s death you choose it
Life’s to abusive, faithful but useless
Failing every time I test they excuses
Can’t prove it, and can’t do shit
Knew this coming in it I’m a motherfucking fool, Wick
Peace god I’ll be hoping we’ll be tight soon
No peace pops cause this life, I never liked you
I despise you
Even on my tomb they be reading off it “Mike who?”