MTG MC - Self Lyrics

F*ck you belligerent igniggorant niggas, I'm killing you, lazy goat mouth snaggle tooth
Ass niggas, I'll battle any one of you, yeah I'mma saddle you niggas, cause when I start
Horsing around I'm a nightmare to you, niggas a dark horse in the crowd, something scary
Like the boogie man, he gets a look at me and starts running, if he even can I move, teleport
Behind him like I was M-bison, and then I am biting his jugular, my jaw like a titan
Shifting his spinal column, scream for his niggas, he try to call em, got something on his mind
That they'll come get me off him, its borderline insanity, like trying to get into Tijuana
Cause he a goner, now that I snatched him up, I carry on to pack him up, I'm in my f*cking
Bag like I went to grab some lunch, know that I packed a punch, no sympathy for simps, I'm
Ready to crunch and munch, and I spy somebody lipping off so I'm about to dunch
Me myself and I til the day I f*cking die, don't ask why I do what I do, cause I'm doing
It fine, it's a war of attrition when dealing with niggas, so sticking to myself, keeps me
Free of a miserable ending, gotta rely on trust only on(me, myself, and I) cause when I die I'll only be with
(Me, myself, and God) can't even hide that you niggas ain't shit,
(Me, myself, and I) that's why I just do me and I still benefit
When it comes to the mold of the greatest nigga I benefit, I slide in nudging you niggas like I
Was just shimmying, a simian to me my intellect, make you look primitive, I put the
Art in smart mouth nigga, I diss you beautifully, a symphony of insults hitting you in succession
I'm second guessing, on letting you live for another second, no question, I'm crushing my
Competition like insects and I'm finding they baby mamas, take them home and I'm sexing them
Do what I wanna do, life is short so I'ma light it up, catch a buzz off a opp pack
Watch me light it up, fly to texas catch me a thot, like an idea, booty super round
Finna back it up, bodies hit the ground, they was acting up because I'm an SUV
I'm not talking Acura, Sonned Under Violence, that's the reason that I'm attacking ya
The old me died your friend, I resurrected I'm backstabbing ya, can't trick me again
I'm back for blood and I ain't letting up, 9mm point to your chest and now you leadded up
I've had enough, I'm fedded up, p-pissed off now I'm stuttering, k-kill off all your bruddanem
Won't spare any one of them, p-p-put them 6 feet deep, after I bludgeon them
If you ain't my blood and them, I don't see why we talking
Wasting time with these blue faced niggas, is not an option, I'm not from Compton
But I'm still okay to put a dot in your head, gon' need to see the doc when you
Cross a nigga with a gun, I'm crazy for mine and I do what's in my best interest
So invest in a vest and best, protect your neck, aye
All together and you can't trust anyone because they're always lying about everything and your
Job is to become the best liar you possibly can become because that's the way to get to
Where you need to get to and to set the world straight
Me, myself and I til the day I f*cking die, don't ask why I do what I do cause I'm doing it fine
It's a war of attrition, when dealing with niggas, so sticking to myself
Keeps me free of a miserable ending, gotta rely on trust, only on (me, myself, and I)
Cause when I die I'll only be with (me, myself, and God), can't even hide that you niggas ain't shit
(Me, myself, and I) that's why I just do me and I still benefit, aye