MTM MO - EVERYBODY GOT DEMONS

Popping percs again I’m just a monster 

Poppin Percs again I wanna conquer 

I’m feeling hurt again just show me honor

I won’t be broke again sorry your honor 

I will not work again and imma prosper 

Imma show ya how to stack and be a mobster 

I can show you how to make bread pasta 

Money talks I won’t converse about the nonsense 

No rest  in the jungle when this shits a Free for all 

They’ll peek at you to see the lick & catch em all 

No hate to my nighas I just wanna see em ball

My mans turnt to the oops he wanna see my body fall 

I was locked in the cell ain’t nobody answer calls

Me myself and I I ain’t had no body guards 

With the god bodies tryna get me one with god 

Tryna beat case hopen that it gets resolved 

 on top off the stove hopen that it don’t dissolve 

Never leave my faith imma shoot for the stars 

I did fashion and clothes they like bitches I’ve been offed 

Finding last fits like a puzzle that’s been solved 



Popping percs again I’m just a monster 

Poppin Percs again I wanna conquer 

I’m feeling hurt again just show me honor

I won’t be broke again sorry your honor 

I will not work again and imma prosper 

Imma show ya how to stack and be a mobster 

I can show you how to make bread pasta 

Money talks I won’t converse about the nonsense 




Suck the soul outta me

Took a whole lotta me 

I’ll turn over in the grave 

For I let a hoe lie to me 

Good man I try to be 

But the streets never lied to me 

They put my homie in the grave 

Told lil homie fly to me 

All of this anger and madness 

I pop a perc I’m relaxing 

Going John hamm I’mma mad man 

When I get the works then I’m taxing 

Mines eating 

I’m Nothing like Sam 

i don’t eat green eggs or ham 

Just getting green plays off of the bands 

grandma use to tell me pull up my pants 

I fell in love but that’s never again

I use to beat it up on her 

like the pots with no hands

I beat the case just see if I tan 

But This nigga don’t trip I am not your mans 

I’m just worried bout mixing these pans 

You worried bout if the shirts matching the pants 

Money hungry bitch I’m making the plans 

Couple grams scooped a bitch off the gram

She Call me El trappy 

my pockets is nappy 

No hands out so nigga you cannot dap me 

Bust with the glock make em duck like daffy

Dry ass bitch not wet can’t wap me 

Running with the mob how the fuck You gone whack me 

Run up in your pockets D Line where the sacks be 

Demons by my body but not one gone attack me 

Always outside the picture cant catch me 

Always outside the picture can’t catch me 



Popping percs again I’m just a monster 

Poppin Percs again I wanna conquer 

I’m feeling hurt again just show me honor

I won’t be broke again sorry your honor 

I will not work again and imma prosper 

Imma show ya how to stack and be a mobster 

I can show you how to make bread pasta 

Money talks I won’t converse about the nonsense 



Won’t converse about the nonsense nana

Wont converse about the nonsense nana 

Won’t converse about the nonsense nana 

Poppin Percs Again 🤦🏽‍♂️ 



Popping percs again I’m just a monster 

Poppin Percs again I wanna conquer 

I’m feeling hurt again just show me honor

I won’t be broke again sorry your honor 

I will not work again and imma prosper 

Imma show ya how to stack and be a mobster 

I can show you how to make bread pasta 

Money talks I won’t converse about the nonsense

MTM.MO$ - Another Perc 🤦🏽‍♂️

I love all my hoes my hoes my hoes 

but I don’t love no hoes no hoes no go

And I got love for my bros my bros On go

But I don’t trust some  bros my bros they know 




Know a nigga like I know myself 

Making figures let em show themselves 

Cannot carry let them hold themselves 

I’m working extra hard like I owe myself 

Shit too easy these days 

Bitches don’t even tease me 

People always wanna treat me 

But they don’t know how to treat me 

So I keep the distance more than six feet 

If they over me it’s only cause they under six feet 

I’m quick with the stick make em shift off the six speed 

Bitches on my dick make em bust off the grip squeeze 

Still that nigga give a fuck about who diss me

Ya couldn’t even go hit for hit even if you hit me 

Niggas shots missing got me thinking like maybe these niggas miss me 

OST to the Swiss connect go and get you Swiss cheese

And that go for any nigga tryna get me 

The queso get the case closed then they dismissed me

If you ain’t beefing bout yo dead then it’s history 

Got me On the scene like DT 

but I’d never go against the bloc like a DT

Just bringing work to the block like a c-3

OT Whatever the connect ah get out in CT



I love all my hoes my hoes my hoes 

but I don’t love no hoes no hoes no go

And I got love for my bros my bros On go

But I don’t trust some  bros my bros they know ...

MakeThatMoneyMo$

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