Mind of a Menace
JALENHERO
GENRE
[Verse 1]:
Born on the side of earth where the demons reside
While you was beating your dick nigga I was beating the odds
Not for the weak or the shy, where killas creep and they ride
Nina the only bitch I’m comfortable sleeping beside
I don’t take shit light, I don’t even sleep with a light on
Baby blade in my sock but the shit could cut through a python
Nigga cut the crap ‘fore I get my slice and my dice on
My patience ‘bout as thin as the line you putting your life on
Pen a verse like 70’s slang, I get my write on
Dollars, Double D’s, and dusse, I get my vice on
Imma bigger dick than the one that your wifey ride on
Think you ahead of me until it’s yours I put a price on
[Breakdown]:
Feeding ducks, remember hopping gates and ducking popo
Used to punk the richer kids for North Faces and Polos
Long way from pulling home invasions in a Volvo
Saw my homie take 7 bullets outside the gogo
Suburb education but stayed in the streets like hobos
Fuck a Wendy’s menu, I always carried a fo’-fo’
Brand recognition I ain’t even got a logo
My hustle made me crazy chicken like El Pollo Loco
[Verse 2]:
Knife to the neck, shit get cutthroat
I done observed hell up close
They make your loved ones pay respects if you ain’t showing the utmost
Attend your funeral front row
Stick up your aunties and uncles
Strangle your bitch with a jump rope
Get high and inhale gun smoke
Fuck a prayer, you need a pistol and a doc on command
A whole lot of yo’ mans with extra shots and a plan
Catch you on the strip and strip you out yo’ socks and yo’ pants
Pick a body of water, let your body wash up on land
What’s a bullet to a tank?
What’s a stack to a bank?
This like Reggie versus dank
A machete vs a shank
We here because God made us but we hell raisers
Playing with 9 millies, Mac 10s, 11s, and 12 gauges
Titties on the gun, brrrumm bum bum
It hold 90 plus an extra 10
Keep the firearm attached to me like an extra limb
Dark minded menace my mentality get extra dim
Nigga push me to the edge and he gon need an extra him
Been playing with sticks since we was starting fires
Knew how to shoot since I was point guard in a starting five
We paint your street and get you brushed without a art supply
Trained to hop out a whip and then bus like a park and ride
Born on the side of earth where the demons reside
While you was beating your dick nigga I was beating the odds
Not for the weak or the shy, where killas creep and they ride
Nina the only bitch I’m comfortable sleeping beside
I don’t take shit light, I don’t even sleep with a light on
Baby blade in my sock but the shit could cut through a python
Nigga cut the crap ‘fore I get my slice and my dice on
My patience ‘bout as thin as the line you putting your life on
Pen a verse like 70’s slang, I get my write on
Dollars, Double D’s, and dusse, I get my vice on
Imma bigger dick than the one that your wifey ride on
Think you ahead of me until it’s yours I put a price on
[Breakdown]:
Feeding ducks, remember hopping gates and ducking popo
Used to punk the richer kids for North Faces and Polos
Long way from pulling home invasions in a Volvo
Saw my homie take 7 bullets outside the gogo
Suburb education but stayed in the streets like hobos
Fuck a Wendy’s menu, I always carried a fo’-fo’
Brand recognition I ain’t even got a logo
My hustle made me crazy chicken like El Pollo Loco
[Verse 2]:
Knife to the neck, shit get cutthroat
I done observed hell up close
They make your loved ones pay respects if you ain’t showing the utmost
Attend your funeral front row
Stick up your aunties and uncles
Strangle your bitch with a jump rope
Get high and inhale gun smoke
Fuck a prayer, you need a pistol and a doc on command
A whole lot of yo’ mans with extra shots and a plan
Catch you on the strip and strip you out yo’ socks and yo’ pants
Pick a body of water, let your body wash up on land
What’s a bullet to a tank?
What’s a stack to a bank?
This like Reggie versus dank
A machete vs a shank
We here because God made us but we hell raisers
Playing with 9 millies, Mac 10s, 11s, and 12 gauges
Titties on the gun, brrrumm bum bum
It hold 90 plus an extra 10
Keep the firearm attached to me like an extra limb
Dark minded menace my mentality get extra dim
Nigga push me to the edge and he gon need an extra him
Been playing with sticks since we was starting fires
Knew how to shoot since I was point guard in a starting five
We paint your street and get you brushed without a art supply
Trained to hop out a whip and then bus like a park and ride
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