Guillotine

[Verse 1] I know a little bit, but I don’t know much Let me sit back, chit chat, and throw a little punch I ain’t comfy ‘til I see a couple millie on deck It’s on, feel grown, got nigga-prone stress Figured out bigger routes in this life change The drive is crazy, swerving in a tight lane To the world is what I present Was born with these good genes, I ain’t cop from thrift Got it down, but I don’t got it down so I ride around And the shit on my brain is not a crown They fiend for the presence, reach for the gift Beg for a feature, leech for the dick Now breathe, and you can blow it all out I’m tryna to put it all in 'til your guts fall out The result in this world if you bubble too much Roll a L, Let the M, throw the Ws up mufucka [Hook] Awwww Awwww Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock? Ohhh yes you did! Awwww Awwww Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock? Ohhh yes you did! [Verse 2] Yo, M-a-capital-capital-one-y Controlled by the substance, fuck you wanna try? Let your mind live a little, take a little depth I crawled and all right before I took a little step That’s advice in all rights that I think you could borrow Looking for the truth’s a huge pill to swallow Welcome to the Matrix, I been there Mirrors everywhere, I look and I’m still tryna face it Really ill, quils, Benadryls The cute girls kiss him, miss him, and it kills You know, the co-mission, go-gettin’ We seven deep so you won’t miss 'em I’m the heir but they don’t listen Did he really mean that? Uh huh! Swing for the head, guillotine rap, slippin’ Never in cold weather with bean hats Got on by getting off dope what a relapse Skin brown with a white collar and green pockets Thoughts to a bitch, flip up obscene objects I ain’t mean it in the sense of a woman It’s really for the few who mad they number-one ‘em Book smart, slum wit, took art with tongue spit Widened the network, tightened up circumference Jokers, I know y’all bluffing Like you'll metamorph into a lion or something Y’all fronting And all the stakes is high To the wackness you know that I can’t comply mufuckas I’m top-shelf class real mufuckas My liver probably dead, a whole new color So butter, smooth, no fuck ups Yo what’s up, I feel good, be proud of the brotha I love those who get it and love it, piss in public Both of my nuts in clutches mufucka [Hook]