Mambo

Grab the miss off the glass that's the back board

Putting up shots that they never asked for

They all yelling I should pass more

But I watch em skip steps put in half work

I'm in the booth they checking places off they passport

If raps sport this the Olympics you gone get your ass scorned

I shoot my shot from half court

We gone see whos splash is more

I'll wet up half this court

If it ain't yourself who you even rapping for

If you hate yourself who gone have your back in war

If you ain't yourself who you even acting for

Had a taste of hell and I ain't going back for more

I had to face my self just to try to map my worth

If I died in that wreck and went to heaven would I have been crucified or born a legend

Death to my ego trip

Why should I ever Let the lesser of 2 evils win

Broken halo it's just me chillen with my evil twin

Fueled by so much hate we don't even need to win

He Read this shit and then proceeded to grin

I only take a couple eights cause I don't need me a 10

All I needs some weed and a Benz

Iont even really need me a friend

Maybe a few leafs and a pen

Some keif in my spliff

Somewhere ona beach near a cliff

Some tequila to sip

With a beat that just hits

Like Tony garunteed i don't miss