Gucci Mane - Threw With That Shit (prod by C-Note)

Bankroll Fresh - Bring Them Thangs (feat. Gucci Mane & Chief Keef)

I was born to a djinn in a meth cloud under broken fluorescents,
pops left the crib like a CIA defector with secrets,
moms fed me dinner with cigarette hands and confessions,
while demons tapdanced in the drywall with lessons,
I got baptized in a bathtub with rusty brown water,
my guardian angel got jumped and sold to the slaughter,
my babysitter was a dealer who’d steal change from the counter
showed me how to cook crank while we watched Purple Rain over n over
I been sleepin’ with knives since the womb went cold,
had a Ouija board burn while I summoned mamas ghost ,
this ain’t just rap, this is post-trauma scripture,
where a razor and a verse paint a crime scene picture,

Frantically passionate when i light up the mattress 
Sorry moma if you raised a homicidal maniac in blackness

Frantically passionate when i light up the mattress 
Sorry moma if you raised a homicidal maniac in practice

I spit sicker than on a blunt with pneumonia,
Stuck in a straitjacket freestylin’ in a coma,
A Unique devilish flow goes my vocals that cut like a blade in cuttin your hand from the corona
I body beats like a patient high off the pills in a coma
I’m the ghost in the machine wearin’ Jesus’s grill,
while I hijack a Tesla and preach free will,
I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail in a tax office,
then crash a church bus full of cult kids and prophets,
ain’t no peace treaty just a blunt dipped in vengeance,
I’m a medium with a Ouija board, barkin’ through dimensions,
I spit like I got barbed wire laced in my throat,
every thing got a hidden message in the note
What think These cats got flows? I got floods and locusts,
I rock a trenchcoat stitched from Wall Street brokers to not get caught by the updrift
 if i studied black ops in Tibet,
I be hittin’ pressure points while I’m cashin’ a death threat you can bet i’d be castin a net
so don’t speak if you can’t bleed bleeps in Morse code,
I was raised by the beeps of dyin fiends lookin like a cracked out Marylin Monroe who did too much dope behind the scenes
my brain’s full of anti freeze in a maze that leads to a trap house the dead enter,
where I carved my initials on the heads of my mentors in bold letters is when my psychiatrist told me i caused her depression got me enrage she’s in a marriage when her n i should be breeding new species of arrogance. Got me pissed off like i’m in an arranged marriage.

Hook

I’m a devilish jesus beating a pedofile preacher with a sledgehammer 
In fusion with a bootleg Messiah holdin a screwdriver sticking it in victims drinkin draino spitting hymns a nose diver off a cliff to begin painting pictures red
my intrusive thoughts play hopscotch on plots in the gravel until the people riot
every verse I wrote while misbehaving at court as the judge trys to stop with his gavel.
I don’t write bars I chisel violence in hieroglyphics you couldn’t figure whats on the inside of minds behind walls of psych wards with my skin burnt off from agitating a pyro
I’m a paranoid gyroscopic psychopathic missed police file with a list on possession,
The method is mental when i mention my meth lab in confession before i kill.
I’m every punk that got jumped and came back with a blade,
I’m every kid that got shamed and now hoards the pins of grenades,

Hook

I’m killin dreams feedin ‘enemies Red Bull,
Then cutting the wings
Drop em off cur when i brought devastation and penetration to their rot in a locked in hot box, now i got caught with nightmares clawing through my skull, 
I’m the janitor of trauma sweepin’ memories when bodied the shadows of assholes like a necrophilic centipede.
Every bar I spit’s a therapy session with war drums,
I’m a one-man riot on my second rerun when i indeed do come with a tattoo gun and bullets with biblical verses and bulletproof Bibles, it’ll be canonical 
When i toss ‘em off rooftops at Wall Street idols,
I been numb since birth, learned to smile through what i am going through
my childhood drama is mixed with a mixtape remixed by Dahmer, i blame it on my mama
For I live in a world where dreams get repo’d,
where angels do lines on the backs of CEOs.

Hook

Sorry Moma

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