Enigma
    (专辑: Carbon Monoxide - 2019)
    
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha  Oh, shit  Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm hunting wabbits   I'ma let my nuts hang, nigga  In these tight pants until the 
buck spray  Or with a 
12 gauge, I 
don't give a 
fuck  Nigga, fuck them  Anybody, everybody with a 
bottle  No lie, without my army, I 
ain't sorry  Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg  Man the 
gun so big it'll blow a 
nigga brain into crosswords  Little niggy had to run swerve  It's that's soft shores 'cause the 
God damn Converse  Chicken dipping like it's tossed served  But those lost words be the 
same but I 
saw worse  I 
had the 
sauce first  I 
let it thaw thristing at y'al'  Never get an egotistical without a 
flaw  Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards  Dripping, I 
ain't tripping, got a 
couple of 'em, dawg   Listen to me, pimping, this is Cleveland, nigga  We get even, nigga, don't be afraid of Steven  I'll let big boy hit you with a 
cig, boy  I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathing  An enigma  And that culture need 'em  And I'm all the 
reason  I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a 
nigga gonna often need 'em  When I 
all see 'em running like a 
mile a 
millimeter   But I 
am a 
good leader  I 
give you another banger  I 
give you another heater  Remember me, mother fucker  The 
gun on the 
album cover  I'm one of the 
tower brothers  The 
50 in Power brother  The 
Michael of our brother  The 
cyclical nature that circles all around the 
brothers  It wouldn't touch a 
nigga money, got the 
salary, brother  Micky and Mallory, brother  I 
got that cal on me, brother  With out no title you mother fuckers  I'm about to pull the 
musket out  And let it off in this mother fucker  Watch your mouth, you niggas soft in this mother fucker  Bet the 
industry just tossed you out  You all slaves on the 
label, little God damn cock suckers  Y'all living off show money  Get paid every first of the 
month, now that's mo' money  It'll be from the 
grave at the 
crossroads  When I 
look at my sons say, "That's your money"  Murda, murda, murda, I 
am general  You little niggas sure ain't sweet  These niggas think we never running, I'm on TMZ  And I'm a 
free emcee  I 
got love for the 
young bouls  But that's me  Little Lay in the 
building chasing around little children  My niggas son  I 
can't front but I'm chilling  My artillery is steady, get heavy mother fucking place that I'ma go so I 
be ready   Po-po been already here  Run out the 
back with the 
peer  Hopefully they will not follow me or I 
will pull out my pistol and pew-pew   PM is all in my DM  Bitch, I'ma call when I 
see 'em  Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you being  Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah  Rippy to yams  And all of my people that roll with the 
Bone  When I'm coming to give what we stand, uh   Po-po benn already here  Run out the 
back with the 
peer  Hopefully they will not follow me or I 
will pull out my pistol and pew-pew   Listen to me, pimping, this is Cleveland, nigga  We get even, nigga  Don't be afraid of Steven  I 
let big boy hit you with a 
sig boy  I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathing  An enigma  And that culture need 'em  And I'm all the 
reason I'ma load my nina  'Cause it looks like a 
nigga gonna often need 'em  When I 
all see 'em running like a 
mile a 
millimeter