MHSR Lyrics

Yeah

Ohhh shit

Shit was all cool until the cops came

The logo on my fitted say "SOX" mane

My big homie sold roccs and was posted on the porch

Fiends lined around the blocc

Gang members to police

But pots callin the kettles blacc

She left 3 voicemails

I might call Khadijah bacc

And my nigga need a bag

I reach for a ski mask

I might jus go the same route as my nigga Mo Blacc

Still smokin pacc

I got Tino in this baccwood

He tried to run I hit spine

Made him spin baccwards like a pirouette

Fucc it he ain't from the set

And if you ain't my brother I airhole what you rep

Ain't no questions when I ride

Its only victims when I slide

Don't leave a witness, no survivors

Nigga I am not a liar like the rest of y'all

I'm in the restaurant

My wallet say bad muhfucca

Now tell yo bitch to calm down

I'm all year round

What's that? Boy I'm seasoned

And I heard the sneak diss but you weak

You don't want beef

I pray every rat die slow

We livin by survival of the fittest

Shit is vicious

You look outta shape

If it's a problem say that then

I'll slay that man

I don't play that man

And I pray my thang don't jam

No kangol

Damn

But you know you walkin wit a panther

Cancer sticc smokin but I swear I never choke

Can a young nigga live

I got more stress than I got money

And ain't shit funny

These niggas is sweet like honey

These women want something from me

Don't play me like I'm a dummy

And if you thought I was ugly this one ain't gon make you love me no better

Yours2

This what the first was posed to be

I'm what these other rappers hope to be

Local joker or celebrity

Man can't nobody step to me and not get they face rearranged

I'm raw like coca leaves

"Hopefully" all these other rappers say

I make plans

I make moves

Y'all jus make way

I save money, y'all save face

While y'all poppin and broke, me and my brother say grace

Yours2