Letras
My brains got Thirty six personas
One for Each Chamber
So I think I'm looking good
With the crew that I came with
A disclaimer
For all you mothafucka's that wanna doubt the D-Bo
You can go an ask my neighbor but I doubt that he knows
There's no aiming or telling
Where the fuck I'm busting
Cause there hasn't been a morning lately I've woken up trusting
Another mans hand out
Good thing I don't fuckin take them
Id rather snatch that mothafucka an have you watch me break them like Bane in plain site
Got your dame with my name without a chain that ain't right
Mary Janes my only girl, I love her pearls an her plight
Diced you are, I might just off every little thing
That makes me mash my fuckin hands on the burning stove to run around and paint like
Mothafucka please believe me when I tell you
I ain't the one to fuck with
Ill pull up on your stoop and quickly mix my nuts in
That venti chai or whatever the fuck your bitch was drinking
I tried listening to you but that's like brushing my teeth without a sink an
I think I'm on the brink of something or I think I need or shrink or something
Because my thoughts are getting to big for my head to hide
An I need to find a piece of mind an realize the only savory is
Raking paper an smoking reefer
Don't believe me? read the Shafer, than ask yourself do you wanna legalize now or later
State after State raking paper
An only if they federally relayed the same principles
Would a Troop feel okay ta
Put the bottle down but who am I to clown
You don't got to be Urkel to know that family matters
An these are just some thoughts from another trapped rapper so
Let me tell you how I'm breathing
Smoke is puffin through my pop filter
As I'm seeing ghosts an I don't know
What most of you want from me
But its the half of me that's hot
That keeps me killing for the smoke
So let me toke and tell you
How I'm breathing