Hercenstein (Album)

Let's toast to the things that we don't Let's toast to the things that we don't speak about The things that I look to about The reason I'm a creep without it On my side Cause the demons got to keep them out You already know what we about I know these niggas know who to trust Let's toast to the things that we don't Speak about The things that I make to about The reason I'm a creep without it On my side The demons got to keep them out You already know what we about I know these niggas know who to trust Niggas think they monsters? Shit, well f*ck it I'm a monster too Everyone a monster till it's time to do what monsters do The difference is I'm comfortable and the most uncomfortable If you owe me please bring it to me Please don't make me come for you I got niggas for collection Wolves out my section ain't howlin' at the moon They just come out and stretch shit Throw a dog a bone, TTG he gon' fetch it Shoot up a nigga home, dip off, throw what he reppin And nigga, what weppin'? F*ck all the stressin Cause legal money good and I know bro ain't tellin Bob Barker's the more jealous, GTH the good feathers Rather fight it while I'm free If I get a bun, I'm bellin Pay attorney fees, new pack, same skellin Ten up front, another ten on the tellin It take money to go to war, he too poor, he tellin So leave him on the floor, he ain't gon' show up to tell shit Let's toast to the things that we don't Speak about Things that I go sleep about, the reason I go sleep without It on my side, cause my demons gotta keep mouth You already know what we about, I know these niggas know who to try So let's toast to the things that we don't Speak about Things that I go sleep about, the reason I go sleep without It on my side, cause my Demons gotta keep mouth You already know what we about, I know these niggas know who to try Pistol whippin' nigga with a stolen chrome I must be missin' chromosomes Niggas gettin' punished, have your bitch gettin' tied up Hit him for his pack, count the stack and then fire it up Please don't get me fired up, a shooter with some high guns You must think they stopped makin' them after you fired one I seen posters of your pistol on the ground Lookin' for a picture of my pistol, ain't gon' find one Need to make special appearances when shit line up Pretty bitch, but your time's up You a gangsta, that's why you signed up Get so cold out my body, heart and soul turn Frankenstein I'm a monster, Herc Schwarzenegger I'm a fuckin' machine, I can't feel nothin All I see is green, programmed to kill somethin Spray and fill the scene, reset on the beam Who got shot? I forgot what you mean GTH Monster Boogeyman, yeah It's a new era, messed up, no Halloween You know what that mean, huh Woo Ooh, we a monster, huh