You say that you got your own shit But you got no whip You say that you got your own shit But you got no crib You say that you got your own shit But you got no chick Don't say that you got your own shit When you got no ends
12 noon and I just woke In bed alone still fucked from the night before I look around, where my bitch go? Then I remembered wrappin tight rope around her throat I'm the mage and I wake when ya eyes close Hair long face tatted I'ma lost soul Fuck cliques I'ma solo You don't got a whip so you ride a dick to your show
I don't need you
I don't owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin your shit I don't really give a damn where you been you ain't never gna be a motherfucka that I really wanna be matter fact I never wanna be another mothafucka but me Keep on pretending that you are the prophet but one day you will be alone Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone A loyal bitch is hard to find like a ghostemane tee Yea they rare but mane just keep yo fuckin head up like a king Most of all don't ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain Bitch I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane