MBM Style Lyrics

Hello

Ay, I peeped all that fuck shit you said about me on the Gram, shawty

What's up with that

And you out here fuckin' with the opps

Stay the fuck off my line, bitch

Damn, I been grindin' so long when they gon' believe in me

My niggas know I forever ride for them like DMV

I'm so used to breakin' bitches' heart, cut that a B&E

My nigga say he want a Drac, just like he YMCMB

From the Hope to the D, this beat a instant homicide

He don't live that life he rap about, that shit be dramatized

I can't have no baby with no bop, turn into Columbine

He got jumped, they left him deadbeat, like he do not provide

Feel like Kodak, I back out when it's about skrilla, baby

Scratch this off the lot, my car go ha, like Skilla Baby

Damn, Ray still ain't got a deal, that shit be crazy

I spit that shit right off the top, I think the ceilings hate me

Ain't gonna lie , I could never snitch that shit, be fed

Don't ask me why I'm clutchin', I got demons inside my head

Blood leaking down my face, the reason all I see is red

Now my life something like a sandwich, what comes first is the bread

Ha, I was taught to always stay down, don't be a stand-up

These niggas worried about they image like a camera

I need so many bands that I can't pull my pants up

I wish I would portray some shit I'm not and give my chance up

Ah, man, y'all boys ain't really workin' like me, man, come on

Get your paper up, bitch

Nah, for real