MORDECAI

Yeah Ha Yeah The pain strong Rip my chest wide open Motherfuckers think they strong I rip my chest wide open Motherfuckers in the wrong I rip my chest wide open I rip it strongly, rip my chest wide open Now who the fuck is you to talk to? Motherfuckers thinkin' that they nice Motherfuckers wanna hit me up on my motherfuckin' rusty ass bike Quit the shit I'm done with the skits I'm done with the schizo shit Motherfucker get lit Yeah I'm on a, I'm on a motherfuckin' imaginary trip Not on a boat, not on a plane Not on a car, not on anything I'm not on anything No psychedelics That shit way back, that shit way back Like way back in the past That shit way back, motherfuckers think they on 'em Motherfuckers think they strong Motherfuckers wanna hit me up No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki No tune on this one, i'm not talkin' about Lucki Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly Like Kodak Black, this shit could get ugly The color of Mordecai, how I like my money The color of Mordecai, how I like my money and I like my girls, same color as Rigby and I like my girls, same color as Rigby No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me No, i'm not dumb, can't trick me Cut that bitch off, know she miss me Playing with my money risky I get money like i'm disney He won't swing first, he won't hit me Believe it or not, Ripley Believe it or not, Believe it or not I'm in her box, just like some mail Ignore a bitch, like spam email I got bands, pierce the veil I got bands, pierce the veil Niggas slow, niggas snails Wallet got sum, look like kale See through you like Ginger Ale Pockets fat, breaking scales Let the beat inhale Thought i was done, then you dumb Thought i was done, then you dumb She give me brain, I ain't dumb She give me brain, I ain't dumb Boy, you my clone, you my son Boy, you my clone, you my son