Mufasa

Feel like my brothers trying to take me out
I'm feeling like Mufasa
If u felt like he wasn't real
Then why he on your roster
This world full of fake niggas, lames and impostors
That's why I keep that pole on me close
Just like I'ma Rasta
If he not fucking witcha' clique
Then how is he your Partner
He'll throw your sign n keep your flag
Nigga deserve an Oscar
These Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They one n the same
Always bitching and complaining
Talking about running some things
Man shut that dick trapper hoe
Before we run you a train
And if I do it I do it for me
I ain't worried about stain
I ain’t worried about the bitch
If she ain’t my fucking main
You keep worrying about these bitches
Its gone drive you insane
I gotta a lot of shit
That’s sitting on my brain
And all this anger in my body
Is getting to hard to tame
And nigga I know I’m doing some wrong
But should I feel Ashamed
Man, I was an angry ass nigga
But I done turned deranged
Feel like my brothers trying to take me out
I'm feeling like Mufasa
If u felt like he wasn't real
Then why he on your roster
This world full of fake niggas, lames and impostors
That's why I keep that pole on me close
Just like I'ma Rasta
If he not fucking witcha' clique
Then how is he your Partner
He'll throw your sign n keep your flag
Nigga deserve an Oscar
These Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They one n the same
Always bitching and complaining
Talking about running some things
Man shut that dick trapper hoe
Before we run you a train
And if I do it I do it for me
I ain't worried about stain
I ain’t worried about the bitch
If she ain’t my fucking main
You keep worrying about these bitches
Its gone drive you insane
I done heard a couple of niggas say I bossed up
Somebody go get Holmes before we toss bruh
I been a boss Bruh
I done lost stuff
My life been tossed up
If I keep it a brick then why lie bruh
The youngest nigga in my city
Nigga and I’m running shit
He got his hand in your back
Oh yeah, you a dummy bitch
You fronted bruh work
Damn, you just took your first lose
Damn that was your dog
Oops you fucked up, that’s your first cross
At the end of the night when you by yourself
Who gone help you
Swimming n your problems and regret
Like Micheal Phelps bruh
Attitude n body shaken up just like some seltzer
Luh' hoe here was mad and she was sad
Because I couldn't help her
Feel like my brothers trying to take me out
I'm feeling like Mufasa
If u felt like he wasn't real
Then why he on your roster
This world full of fake niggas, lames and impostors
That's why I keep that pole on me close
Just like I'ma Rasta
If he not fucking witcha' clique
Then how is he your Partner
He'll throw your sign n keep your flag
Nigga deserve an Oscar
These Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They one n the same
Always bitching and complaining
Talking about running some things
Man shut that dick trapper hoe
Before we run you a train
And if I do it I do it for me
I ain't worried about stain
I ain’t worried about the bitch
If she ain’t my fucking main
You keep worrying about these bitches
Its gone drive you insane