Runaround

It's Mawcus

One and only (woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (ugh)

I been kicking crazy since before my momma water broke

I can see the fruits of my labor, don't got to martyr-mode

Leaving out your signature's exactly how a goner goes

I won't trick myself out the spoils, no need to call it close

Mere mortal sonder, can't squander, I learned the lessons

Skewered, perception tinted, then I cleared up the lenses

Suspenseful, it get foggy, like my whip's windows, smoke billows

Folks still throw cheap shots, cream crop