Damn Brudda

Aside from all the fake shit I've been through, fake friends I've been knew

Dramatics from the snakes, the lies in my mental

Son of Mack and Mickey, how dare they try to dim you

You leaving me no choice but to step up and end you

Feeding us a fantasy, you niggas mocking menus

I promise your mama a lot of flowers when we spin you

She all up in her head, the lone wolf is against you

Roger that, we coming up your hill, passing tissue

Usually I'm cool, calm, collected, but I'm pissed off

Traded in my blood for a plug, but got ripped off

Now I'm feeling stupid, woozy off of the Smirnoff