The Main Line

Lyrics for The Main Line

Ayo, don't play the back and forth word games I prefer pain, I put a brick on your head, you bird brain Take one week to disturb things I serve Cain, I fed one sheep and a whole herd came Weak niggas don't deserve gains I splurge mainly in December every one of the first change Your man ran when he heard bang You nerds lame, you been robbed twice, bitch, this your third chain Got nerve pain that I ain't aware of And abandonment issues but my pistols is taken care of Only competitions when I face the mirror Hibernatin' but y'all low vibrations gon' wake the bear up You can't compare us in any era I want a twenty million dollar estate in Lake Riviera First time I opened the brick, I teared up Like oh shit, we 'bout to tear it up Get at me, yo, and I mean rappido Can't go to Kakisaki and back to wearin' Patakis, yo A shell'll crack your head like you crack the shell on pistachios Producer of this track must've snipped the key off a Casio The reaper at the door and Jesus on the main line The reaper at the door, get Jesus on the main line The reaper at the door, Jesus on the main line Strange times, gotta take good and bad at the same time Told him at least save a little cash It's simple math, either learn the game or remain middle class Used to dribble bags to fiddle cash None of my opps didn't last 'less they got to the hospital fast I hit a block with a triple jab Since a likkle lad, we used to serve nickel slabs and Brillo pads You niggas like to pillow brag I heard old rumors that you been a fag You like Willow dad I hate to make you individuals mad I'm in my civil bag, put a trust symbol on a liberal flag Shells hit you when you with your dad When bullets riddle past your window glass, you gon' be crippled bad My pistol had a long clip attached Put a bullet in his ass, better get rid of the visceral fat Throw a cocktail with his pad Everybody inside was identified by the dental lab Get at me, yo, and I mean rappido Can't go to Kakisaki and back to wearin' Patakis, yo A shell'll crack your head like you crack the shell on pistachios Producer of this track must've snipped the key off a Casio The reaper at the door and Jesus on the main line The reaper at the door, get Jesus on the main line The reaper at the door, Jesus on the main line Strange times, gotta take good and bad at the same time