Guillotine
[Verse 1]
I know a little bit, but I don’t know much
Let me sit back, chit chat, and throw a little punch
I ain’t comfy ‘til I see a couple millie on deck
It’s on, feel grown, got nigga-prone stress
Figured out bigger routes in this life change
The drive is crazy, swerving in a tight lane
To the world is what I present
Was born with these good genes, I ain’t cop from thrift
Got it down, but I don’t got it down so I ride around
And the shit on my brain is not a crown
They fiend for the presence, reach for the gift
Beg for a feature, leech for the dick
Now breathe, and  you can blow it all out
I’m tryna to put it all in 'til your guts fall out
The result in this world if you bubble too much
Roll a L, Let the M, throw the Ws up mufucka

[Hook]
Awwww Awwww
Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock?
Ohhh yes you did!
Awwww Awwww
Didn't you knock? Didn't you knock?
Ohhh yes you did!
[Verse 2]
Yo, M-a-capital-capital-one-y
Controlled by the substance, fuck you wanna try?
Let your mind live a little, take a little depth
I crawled and all right before I took a little step
That’s advice in all rights that I think you could borrow
Looking for the truth’s a huge pill to swallow
Welcome to the Matrix, I been there
Mirrors everywhere, I look and I’m still tryna face it
Really ill, quils, Benadryls
The cute girls kiss him, miss him, and it kills
You know, the co-mission, go-gettin’
We seven deep so you won’t miss 'em
I’m the heir but they don’t listen
Did he really mean that? Uh huh!
Swing for the head, guillotine rap, slippin’
Never in cold weather with bean hats
Got on by getting off dope what a relapse
Skin brown with a white collar and green pockets
Thoughts to a bitch, flip up obscene objects
I ain’t mean it in the sense of a woman
It’s really for the few who mad they number-one ‘em
Book smart, slum wit, took art with tongue spit
Widened the network, tightened up circumference
Jokers, I know y’all bluffing
Like you'll metamorph into a lion or something
Y’all fronting
And all the stakes is high
To the wackness you know that I can’t comply mufuckas
I’m top-shelf class real mufuckas
My liver probably dead, a whole new color
So butter, smooth, no fuck ups
Yo what’s up, I feel good, be proud of the brotha
I love those who get it and love it, piss in public
Both of my nuts in clutches mufucka
[Hook]