You say that you got your own sh**
But you got no whip
You say that you got your own sh**
But you got no crib
You say that you got your own sh**
But you got no chick
Don't say that you got your own sh**
When you got no ends
12 noon and I just woke
In bed alone still f**ed from the night before
I look around, where my b**h go?
Then I remembered wrappin tight rope around her throat
I'm the mage and I wake when ya eyes close
Hair long face tatted I'ma lost soul
f** cliques I'ma solo
You don't got a whip so you ride a dick to your show
I don't need you
I don't owe a thing to a muhf**a talkin your sh** I don't really give a damn where you been you ain't never gna be a motherf**a that I really wanna be matter fact I never wanna be another mothaf**a but me
Keep on pretending that you are the prophet but one day you will be alone
Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone
A loyal b**h is hard to find like a ghostemane tee
Yea they rare but mane just keep yo f**in head up like a king
Most of all don't ever trust a man or b**h that got no brain
b**h I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane