Mantra lyrics

[Hook]
Get your lady
Cop piff, inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my di*k and playing cautious

[Verse 1]
I'ma show you how it's done right, n*gga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming "f*ck Five-O" 'til my line go flat
In a ash-gray Bimmer—we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jackknife b*tches to the couches in they living rooms
Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you (Yup)
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating when the chocha stanky
Listening to "Pre," getting throat while I lane-switch
b*tches by the three licking coke off the pinky
The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my n*gga
Name getting bigger than the difference between us
n*ggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You know you famous when the n*ggas that's around you switch
And if they hated in a passive tense
Now, they hound your di*k, and you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of a hundred f*cking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at when they want a pound and pic
'Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the paper in your trouser's thick
I said, Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet him when he send for me
With a cleaver and a 30 and some twisted weed
I pick one and let the crimson leak, n*gga (n*gga)
[Hook]
Get your lady
Cop piff, inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my di*k and playing cautious

[Verse 2]
You used to say you like violins
And your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely
And tell all your lil friends how that b*tch stole me
And despite all of the facts that you got phony
You gon' tell them about the night that you exposed me for the bast*rd I was
And how I probably smashed every b*tch that I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst 'cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months that we had as a couple
My absence of f*cks was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that
That, apart from the fact that we f*ck, and it's bomb
Man, I hate when you home
And I— And when I'm gone, I don't call 'cause you nag
Man, I brought you the sh*t and I bought you some sh*t
What you offering here?
(f*ck you offering here?)
[Hook]
n*gga, get your lady
Cop piff, inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my di*k and playing cautious