 Verse 1 (Kutt Calhoun)
Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain’t lined with nothing
Got me contemplating about doing the crime or something
I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with
Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E.
Like somebody get shot up, gas tank is on E
And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be
Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and
And now I’m locked in this room with some solitary confine shit
Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from
And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a ?custom? and mask to conceal me
Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero
(?Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet?)
And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets
Thinkin’ payback’s sweet and it’s time to punish y’all
Standing at the mirror as the blood howl, underdog
(Chorus) (Brotha Lynch Hung)
I don’t want to, do the things I do
But I want to, do these things to you
Yeah, I’ma have to bloody buddy
Motherfuckers won’t love me
I could really get ugly muddy
Silly like that putty Kutty
We gon’ have to get bloody plucky
Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go
Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero
Verse 2 (Kutt Calhoun)
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