Marionette Lyrics

Victim to my intellect

Victim to the actions of another set restriction

On my vision left me vision less

Still, I see the fog of war I'm toiling with the images

My only escape is the pen to keep up my distances

Since I do not contend with them

I Can not pretend like bro you talk but acting different since

Things won't be the same I chuck a deuce and then I dip again

Guess In peace I RIP again

In case Of blemishes

Attempts at me its old and waning thin

Patience has never been my virtue

Get it over with

Strong suit is violence so

Who you toe to toeing with

Toy soldiers compared to the truest form of him

I've kept my discipline

So fuck them all

You'll never get close again

Forget and live but Bygones never left

Kept the words from being mentioned cause I was up to my chest

Of being scrutinized

On trial for stupid lies

Paint me as the perpetrator

Really Victim In disguise

But you don't want to hear that

Nah please don't go near that nigga

I Fear that nigga is close to blowing

Bareback niggas

Blackballed by the same dudes who ran there with him

Now it's glocks with venti shots and I bet all of them hit em

Uh

I see the rank before I see the man

Treat every man like he worth a mil

Get him thrills if he front the bill

Get him spilled when it's time to kill

Looking for solace that ain't even real

No fan of Brutuses

My brutish ass get moody when I sip the flask

Liquor that good I'll be soon to crash

Hold on niggas due an ass

Whipping cream up on your bitches titties

Getting freaky with the fisting and the licking

Nigga listen to me

Went to the edge of my mind to beat the bitch out me

I see faces in the smoke let ME tell you about em

Articulate my thoughts and pen them you can read about it

And when I'm gone let em weep about me

Life around me is pretty deep I keep the reaper round me

Be easy spouting off I'll tell him where to meet you probably

Find me talking shit with the posse

Obvi that nigga godly

Still rock your shit in some size 29 jeans

Still talking shit in my size 29 jeans

I keep a cock in my sock with a nice beam

Keep it on the ice in case a nigga want some ice cream

Pop shots over there try to dodge these

Still pop smoke if the dope look laced

That Vodka 5th just hit me different

Gotta pick up the pace

Til I'm slowed

My woes wont cease on they own

Keep the calm in the mood

I don't need any foes

But if he try to be bold

I'll fry him up in abode

(I'll fuck him up)

Serve him up and won't let nobody know

Respect his privacy and keep to my own