Jitter lyrics

[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
Backstabbers are fadin' my main strategy
Came with the mortality, left with the whole cavalry
Brain shackle me, twistin' the law of gravity
State of a poor salary, drainin' the soul battery
I'm sick of losing, it's time that I've been provin'
That I was a poor student, not lyin' in bed stupid (Hey)
I do it, with gun to the head fluent
Heal like I'm Rasputin, give chills to the core unit
I breathe fire inside then respire the pine
Like these hands of mine are gon' do it
A sweet dane combined with sea change
And I will behave like I'm in steel chains, I
Still break your head or, damn, snap your neck
If I'ma rise the dead then I'ma check your step
In the night like theft, I drop bombs on [?]
And bag b*tches like my life was a catered event

[Verse 2: Marty Bukakke Large]
Marty fresh up out the oven with that face you never seen before
Flip that motherf*cker with a birdie if he cynical
They run up on me, end up handing over all their pockets too
Ever since you left I'm taking off just like a rocket do
Stash pot, been in my back pock' for years now
Hit me on my celly 'cause I stack it with my peers now
Came up out the sewer to sip Kahlúa and do her
Keep all of my chickas buried deep just like manure
The snakes I grip, I shine like p*ss and make her flip
Do it up and break it down and give my di*k a kiss
We first to pop, I call the shot, and run the spot
Put that mouth up on my strudel, kiss my doodle
Showin' off and I don't even push it that far
Marty Large, party hard, like it's the Mardi Gras
Hit the charge and I'm not afraid of battle scars
Cue the sick sh*t, put on my hit list, no diss, b*tch
[Verse 3: Raj Mahal]
Come correct, uh, you ain't getting close without respect
I'm a rider, dawg, I'm coming for the check, man, I'm coming for the cents
Used to pick up on the first, flip the re-up on the tenth
If you know me, boy, don't owe me, I remember what you spent
Get the pack, get the pack, tear the club up 'cause we on it now
How you running sh*t and we ain't notice when you running round?
Grew up with some n*ggas who made profits when they hold a pound
Talkin' cling wrap gram scales, for the swapping out
Dash off in the whip with no license, like I bought it, n*gga
Say I smell like kushy, that's because I f*cking bought it, n*gga
Got that slaughter in 'em, guaranteeing they don't want it with 'em
Ain't no talking n*gga, when I'm speaking they dissolve and listen
Off the cliff, put me in that casket, b*tch
I don't need your service, f*ck, I'm worthless, let me rest in peace
p*ssing off my organs, I ain't stopping till they call it quits
Tried to end this sh*t when I was 15, got me wonderin'

[Chorus: Raj Mahal]
Tried to end this sh*t when I was 15, got me wonderin'
Bottle after bottle, got me f*cked up and I'm stumblin'
Heard they talking sh*t, pull up on 'im, got 'im stutterin'
I ain't been too happy, 'bout to black out for the f*ck of it