Nameless

Kick back, I’m mixing up a double cup
(Yea, yea, uh)
Relax, if they make me made, I’ll bust them up
(If they make me mad, I bust them up)
Two puffs, I’m flying high like Magic Bus
(Yea)
Like, Hugh Heff, got girls around that Imma fuck
(Got girls around that Imma fuck)
Two phones but if they call, they get the message beep
Most them motherfuckers wanna talk cause, «Had Enough» got heat
So leave a message please
«Aye, yo, Chalant! Your musics trash, go turn up the heat!»
Hahaha okay, Imma drop a tape, get back to me
'Fore I say goodnight, I’d like to say don’t hassle me
No matter what they say, the sound we make is gonna stick
Proclamate, to those who hate, y’all gotta roll and smoke a spliff
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol
Kick back, I’m mixing up a double cup
(Yea, yea, uh)
Relax, if they make me made, I’ll bust them up
(If they make me mad, I bust them up)
Two puffs, I’m flying high like Magic Bus
(Yea)
Like, Hugh Heff, got girls around that Imma fuck
(Got girls around that Imma fuck)
They can put the shit on on me cause I don’t really speak with them
I don’t hold a grudge but if you do, I guess we beefing then
Let them see it then
I only buy outright, they go out and lease it then
Don’t got any friends, only crew and the family
She think they fuck her right but the bitch could never handle me
Heard it all before, treat me like I knew ya
Take the love so many ways, Imma show you Drug-a-sutra
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol packing, never slack, bitch slacking killer
Pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol
Imma lost cause
All I think is dark thoughts
When I was stabbed with the sword
I was with death but I was dead no more
Giving God praise
In my dark days
Never end, heard the call
Leaped in the abyss and I ain’t scared of the fall
Banking on that every word
What she say ain’t always heard
It’s a mantra that’s reprised
The psychopath comes when it’s darkest in the night
The psycho coming soon, what was that? You hear the call
After we was through, all the good was put on pause
Room is super quiet, now your lungs are like a fire
Run, run away, better hide from Michael Myers