[Verse 1: AyeRon]
Back again is that volatile been hostile and
Hock a spit up and taunting and knocking n***as and flaunting it;(sh**...)
I'm positive he's not a hostage its just that he needs oxygen
He's auctioning off his heart cause he knows its not a part of him
Nobody's hard as him, tossin' out his armaments and calling off his army
10 n***as feeling larcenous, we feeling marvelous
Marvel this, marble tin cans in a harqebus;
And sh**s stole, get away,and drive the b**h into a pole, amscray
Sit alone, and stash the loot away
I'm not tall enough to ride the emotional roller coaster of hoes
Who notice I'm an a**hole and I'm boastin;
I'm brash and braggadocios, I'm nasty as halitosis
They know this n***as a menace, folding those with dilemmas
Mysterious little villain, period end of sentence
[Hook]
I see you quick to throw a stone in a gla** home
Now I'm not perfect but I'm no roman when I'm in rome;
Hold my composure, I'm attracted to these bi-polar hoes
Call her friend up, get some exposure, she's a loner;
Rolled her over, drove her rover, sober, slower, motor sk**s? no sir
Over (k**), cold as (steel), and I'm known to will the public to do dumb sh**
(sh**) sh** I'm up to nothing, tennis so love means nothing to me
And f**ing everything is so numbing to me;
He's a**ertive and hot headed, he's flourished and not pleasant
Absurd and he's not second, he's co*ky and not rested at all
Unjust with a ball, if they ain't with the homies i don't f** with them at all
It goes, one for the money, two for the dream
And three for my n***as who reppin' the GSD;
[Verse 2: AyeRon]
Self destructive habits, from my sleeping to my diet
I'm back to my old ways, ain't left the house in some days;
And this n***a got bad when his momma stopped dressing him
He's far from average but he's mean if you testing him;
Losing my mind, just to gain some perspective
And reaping what i sow, but i ain't weeping for no ho;
I'm pa**enger seat, while she's driving me crazy
Wish i was pa**enger seat, with Nicki driving a Mercedes;
f** hoes, I'm too suspicious and presumptuous
And they voluptuous, see i go wrong when i see em as my sustenance
Summer s**s I'm loving quick, I'm dumb enough to hump stick
No glove and dip, I'm done i quit;
And i don't do fake, i tend to lose face
Slip a b**h the tongue like under my shoelace;
Pulling b**hes like a suitcase, with the wheels under
I still wonder if i can feel her love
(Chorus)