[Verse 1]
Bloody knuckles
Got her bitin her lip
You can feel the trouble
When she tighten her grip
And the grip around her throat
Invitin her in
Not a shoota but
I know he like to pretend
It’s a movie if i choose
To run in his crib
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
20 to life cause you
Fucked with his rep
Had a shitload to say
Now you losin ya breath
Bang in the streets
So you bang nonetheless
If a n***a want beef you
Gon bang on ya chest
“bang!”, what you heard
Now a hole in ya chest
And a cloth on ya face
To avoid the contest
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Pop was a stone
Ain’t no hurtin his pride
You would witnеss his punches
But never his criеs
Braided ya hair
And he ain’t even smile
He said masculinity is
Sacred to i
Wait till he see all the
Makeup and dye
And the tension gon rise
Till you wished that he died
(aye, aye, uh flex on a mothafucka)
Ghost of a eunuch
An excursion to deification
Push the scale just to feel
Like a unit
Cause the tears never bring
No appraisal
You enfeebled the gratification
Now the concept of force
Is essential
It’s a loss of identification
Cause machismo is
All in the mental
[Verse 2]
I’m a witness and victim
Of all of the braggadocio
Absorption of manners
That’s uncontrollable
Depiction of brothers
Actin available
Resulted in learnin
Life be disposable
Ain’t no 20/20
Vision
Regarding the question
Of cognitive correlation
Said she wanted a thug
With a heart
But it tore em apart
He accustomed annexation
Not a purse but a satchel
Point of showin off
The shrapnel
Is to show that n***as can’t
Match you
Can you say you
Won the battle
When the raison d’être
Was detrimental to ya worth
Femininity a fightin word
Greatest story that you
Never heard
N***as mobbin
Multifaceted colors and
Makin the puppeteer bite the curb!