Full Moon

Boy Im telling you Niggas ain't who they say they is boy You ain't who you think you is boy Fuccing identity crisis World going through an identity crisis Man He not who he say is and I cannot be fooled Was raised with the wolf pack And it's a full moon Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Every homie ain't your homie Cause most of em are imposters How can he keep it player When he never made the roster Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Niggas in costumes like it's Halloween And if they lost and need they way they can follow me And when I pull up on you it's a tricc or treat The rule is shish-kabob the streets sticks for the beef Quit you're bumping light your pumpkin like a jack-o-lantern No need to hide behind the mask when you cover your pattern Trapping out the haunted house like it's October 31st Life was a living hell caught up in the devils work These are tails from the pimp She walking through snow sleet and hail for the Pimp It's more to the game than champagne and shrimp It's the rhythm In my ism got me walking with a limp I am the headline I got the news that you can use Neptune the handy Man I got the tools to tighten screws All my bitches are witches They love to ride on my broom All aboard my spaceship Round trip around the moon Space age forever He not who he say is and I cannot be fooled Was raised with the wolf pack And it's a full moon Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Every homie ain't your homie Cause most of em are imposters How can he keep it player When he never made the roster Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Never show my teeth until it's time to eat Only pussies throw a rock and hide behind the tree Stand up guy homie, better find a seat Is it real I guess that's something you gotta die to see I never gave a F, gotta keep it G Bored with these rappers fell asleep as I was counting sheep Nightmare on Elm street, I am Freddie Kruger Won't do me like they did Boosie, I don't need a shooter Cause these niggas ain't solid my own pilot fly or die How can he swear to tell the truth when he out here living a lie Yet they let 'em take the stand, point his fingers, testify How can he sell his soul and not even blink an eye, damn These are American Horror Stories Say she wanna be down it's better if she hold it for me Got to hold me down like an anchor And she gone swim through bloody waters for a gangster He not who he say is and I cannot be fooled Was raised with the wolf pack And it's a full moon Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Every homie ain't your homie Cause most of em are imposters How can he keep it player When he never made the roster Sheep in wolves clothing You and I both know That's not you, that's not you, no Bitter dreams of one day leading the pack The nightmare would be by the order of nature To be placed in the back Yeah it's bitter dreams but still dreams Dreams because of the honor that accompanies The position But bitter because of the responsibility that also comes with it At the moon we howl as she makes her presence known For the perfect prey we prowl And under the city lights is where we roam Bending a corner or two With Lil redd riding through the hood Of course it is over stood No need to explain That the game is to be sold before told And she'll have to pay a lot more than attention To avoid becoming a victim of pour choices Nothing is ever what it seems to be He may talk slick, he may dress fly But if you look closer with naked eye You'll see the naked truth dressed in the best of lies See my pride won't allow me to hide Only succaz hide from themselves to get ahead But we enjoy the thrill of the chase instead Gotta watch for the sheeps in wolves clothing!