Mean Mugs (feat. Monk Bloody & Jon Atoms) [Radio Edit] Video (MV)

Ricochets all around
There go the gun sounds
Keep my eyes open
Not trynna have my life Frozen
My tires smokin
No jive I keep it moving
Stay away from the jokers
That ain't about improvin'
They oozin ugly
Order death just like it's bubbly
Gotta feed the brain
They bulimic
They never Hungry
Count myself lucky
I never was a crash dummies
Realness is the last thing
That you gotta ask from me
My glass heavy
I'm hoping this my last hesi
Tired of regretting moments
My man you gots to own it
You gone fix the world
Step aside I'm trynna bone it
Ain't no boots straps believe
On adidas and Nikes
I fight me
More than all of these bammas
They ain't licking one shot
But got all of the hammers
Won't speak when they see
Forgot all of they manners
Ask em who the best group
And watch all of them stammer

Chiseled from rock
Sizzle on the block
Missile on lock
Middle of the flock
Riddles to unlock
Sitting on top
Highest peak
While God is eying me
Digging deep
Mining for peace
Iron on me
Like I run a dry clean
V for the victory
Can't see me
With the high beams
Gold soul
Mr T
Sitting in an old Rolls
In your vicinity
Jon the Baptist
No Vatican
Always absent
It's not an accident
Don't trip
Unless it's exotic
Supersonic jets
To the tropics
Strip the goose off me
Black sand
Feel like I'm running on coffee
Working on my back hand
No love
New b****
Backshots
No glove
Stone heart
Won't budge
Make art
That won't smudge
Woke up in a tub
Coke on the rug
Still dizzy from the drugs
B**** giving me a tug