Entry Four: Manic Episode Lyrics

Before your admission we need to ask you a few questions

First off, do you know where you are

Instantly killing off any motherfucking flow

Not a proponent of violence but that's just how I roll

My words are fucking deadly

My rhymes artillery

So tell them niggas when they fucking see me bitch it's lock and load

I won't aim for your chest

I'll be aiming for brains

Not even Percocet

Can save you from the pain

Evidently it seems to be that I've gone insane

After this one you gone put some respect on my name

Yeah

It ain't even really about the money

But it would be nice to get rid of the fucking Camry

I'm tryna pull up in a motherfucking Lamborghini

The trunk bumpin' so they can hear me before they see me

Yeah I'm gone ball buying gold wrists stay on froze

Keep a model bitch on my arm go ahead and strike a pose

Haters keep hating from a far I see them through my scope

So I pick every single one off like a lottery

Ok I'm reloaded

Don't pull up if you ain't bout it

If you come over this side you gone find out what's in my pocket

Yeah I keep my hands clean

But this choppa got bodies on it

If you tryna take a flight I'll be happy to be the pilot

762 Flying at you better start ducking

Like you tryna duck shit from a bunch of pigeons

Praying for forgiveness I don't believe in religion

But I swear to god I'm not a monster you just made me

Consequences for the nonsense that these niggas be spewing

I don't really wanna catch a body

I'm no killer unless you push me

Imma light you up like a fucking Christmas tree

In the middle of February

Got no love for any of you pussies so don't even try me

I mind my business like I work on Wall Street

But I see it all like I'm in the illuminati

I'm awake but everybody sleeping on me

I can wait but later imma charge a fee

Any nigga who think that they know me

And have access to me for free better get ready

Cuz It's gone be a rude awakening

When I blow up and you show up

Thinking we cool

But you not with my crew

Not even a day two

But you think you can ask me for favors and I'm like who the fuck are you

No seriously who the fuck are you

Get your fucking hands off of me

Get your fucking

Get your hands off of me