Hennis C. - Electrum Plated Pistol Lyrics

I don't feel like giving you the time
There's nothing you could do, I got a shooter's mind
I pull your card, get you declined
3D printin' Macs, they comin' supersized
Get you niggas flipped like how they do the fries
Give you two for one, like how they do the pies
Who am I? The diamond in the dirt that ain't been certified
Tutor live and kill a beat for real, this here a murder vibe
Word to mine, I feel exonerated and distorted
I'm amazing and this portion is a payment from your courses
Nigga pencils down, ain't no need to write this one is mental bound
Chimes for the metal sound and meditation practice
Put it on my back, I feel like Atlas
Back to back like sleep in bad marriage
Back to back to back, now it's the Axis
Being thrown at a throne which I sit upon
I'm only going diving board, I got Ocean City songs
Niggas best is bathtub, hoes gon' give him pity pond
Bitch I want a money puddle, something to busy on
F*ck I'm supposed to do when niggas lie in raps
And self-incriminate to yield a higher batch
Of money marked with tire tracks
Niggas catch on fire that
Sets off alarms and siren hats
Motions for the wire taps and they still gotta buy they plaque
Shit
I guess the scale off balance when you dope
And the solo cup a chalice full of hope
When the dojo is a palace for a goat
Then the target is a rapper in a rope chain
Hope came and fleeted in the same breath
This smoke is from a train wreck, designed for you to train less
Perception is your brain's pet
Depending how you see it, it's an exit
Or an entrance, like you same sex
Come and get your fangs wet
I start up my wave jet
Spray you down like Rain-X
Mask on, Bane flex, dark night, Wayne esque
A piece to rearrange chess
Excuse me for my motherf*ckin' manners
But I'm gon' build a mansion with this hammer 'fore it jam up