MAYDAY

I feel like I’m going down, mayday yeah
And she only come around on payday yeah
Got her spot on the roster replaced, ey yeah
And the toaster strudel frosting on her face, yeah

And they moving with the weapons on their waist
Come equipped, ‘cause we’re clearing out the place, oh yeah
Make a bitch find religion like Mase
‘Cause I feel like I’m going down, mayday yeah

Yeah, I’m ten toes in it
I might have to hit the Michael Phelps stroke in it
I got half a mind to run off and elope with it
I’m not serious, you know how I be joking, bitch

And she said, “Whoa!”
Got her lifting up the legs though
And she messing up the bed though
I can’t let go, hit her head up on the bedpost
Screaming ’til she get the strep throat

Going crazy, make ‘em both shake, hold ‘em
Said she got a nigga at home, don’t know him
Feeling like I’m really ‘bout to go Lamar Odom
Fucked her so good she went home and she told him

And it’s a masterpiece
I put four chains on like Master P
I’m trying to really do do damage and catastrophe
And y’all talking right now, no, gradually

Actually, niggas go on blast for me
But I can’t count on anybody being as fast as me
The bag’s complete, they can’t compete
The watch Phillip and the freezer cold as can be
‘Cause I can’t be contained, I’m almost sane
My brain just can’t log off main
And off top, my aim above all y’all’s game
I’m raw dog, laying pipe hit like sawed off frames

Although I’m gonna beat it like a C.O.D. campaign
I can’t ignore the fact that all y’all lame
Although, hey I’m glad I came
I’m glad everybody on the same page, but where y’all’s shame?