$OBER MANE (prod. SRRY)

Im seeing life as he project

Lucifer might come correct

The pressure could leave nothing left
Except for death

Voices scratching at my head

Rather take it to the mic

Nobody
Can shut my mouth

Go ahead call me Fifty Cent

I’d like to say sorry to my mama
For the waste of checks

And sorry to my papa
For bringing back the F’s

Sorry for the fuckshit
I bring to the table

Sorry to my lil bro for the bad influence

Sprouting high up like a Gizer

Far from were I was at Prior

Raider like
Men in black
Xannies called em neuralyers

Smoking on that Toxic
Dumping Purple in the goblin

Welcome to the junkie office

Sparking it up like the chronic

Diabolically I lyrically joist

Yea a Sober og don’t play around

Through your dome
Sculpting a Fountain

That’s how I get my allowance

Contract killer
Yet
This ain’t a contact sport

I’m still and illegal hitstick
Leaving you
Sprawled on all
Fours