Leprosy - Ghostemane

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no whip

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no crib

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no chick

Don’t say that you got your own shit

When you got no ends, bitch

12 noon and I just woke

In bed alone still fucked from the night before

I look around, where my bitch go?

Then I remembered wrappin' tight rope around her throat

I’m the mage and I wake when you eyes close

Hair long, face tatted, I’mma lost soul

Fuck cliques, I’mma solo

You don’t got a whip so you ride a dick to your show

I don’t need you

Black mage til I die, bitch

I don’t owe a thing to a muhfucka talkin' your shit I don’t really give a damn

where you been you ain’t never gonna be a motherfucka that I really wanna be

matter fact I never wanna be another mothafucka but me

Keep on pretendin' that you are the prophet but one day you will be alone

Left in your misery nailed to the front of a crucifix of stone

A loyal bitch is hard to find like a Ghostemane tee

Yeah they rare but mane just keep you fuckin' head up like a king

Most of all don’t ever trust a man or bitch that got no brain

Bitch I stay well read and elevated way up in the plane

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no whip

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no crib

You say that you got your own shit

But you got no chick

Don’t say that you got your own shit

When you got no ends