Jitter - Triple One, Raj Mahal

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 bitches like my life was a catered event

Marty fresh up out the oven with that face you never seen before

Flip that motherfucker 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 piss and make her flip

Do it up and break it down and give my dick 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 shit, put on my hit list, no diss, bitch

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 shit and we ain’t notice when you running round?

Grew up with some niggas 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, nigga

Say I smell like kushy, that’s because I fucking bought it, nigga

Got that slaughter in 'em, guaranteeing they don’t want it with 'em

Ain’t no talking nigga, when I’m speaking they dissolve and listen

Off the cliff, put me in that casket, bitch

I don’t need your service, fuck, I’m worthless, let me rest in peace

Pissing off my organs, I ain’t stopping till they call it quits

Tried to end this shit when I was 15, got me wonderin'

Tried to end this shit when I was 15, got me wonderin'

Bottle after bottle, got me fucked up and I’m stumblin'

Heard they talking shit, pull up on 'im, got 'im stutterin'

I ain’t been too happy, 'bout to black out for the fuck of it