Monster - Bo Deal, Twista, Bump J

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blanka

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from

Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up

I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up

Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda

Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba

You gon' need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner

After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture

Step back like Harden, cook his top 'til I see pasta

I had to go through some crazy times

Witnessed murder at the age of 9

My first gun was a P89

Had to stay with that Glock, they ain’t taking mine

Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines

Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine

Had some homies hating on the way he grind

Before fans I had clientele pay me mine

All of the pain that I been through

All of the struggle I went through

All the loss only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol?

Gangsters don’t talk on computers, all that tough talk don’t amuse us

And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain’t fuckin' no cougar

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

I’m in my bag, you don’t want smoke, this ain’t no ganja

Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck

Don’t give no fuck 'bout who you got up on yo' roster

My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I’m they sponsor

We all got 30s, do you dirty, you’ll get mopped up

I’ll snap my fingers, they gon' cook him like Red Lobster

I’ll slide 'em bread, y’all know y’all toast soon as they pop up

Ain’t shit you can do, light 'em all up like it’s Kwanzaa

From the 'jects, from the trenches, I’m from the gutta

Told myself, man I gotta come up with something

Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him

I was fly, they was hating, I wasn’t buggin'

Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba

I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin' oven

Had some opps until I dropped a couple of 'em

Left 'em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin'

They say they tryna find out where I be at

They been talking for years and ain’t try me yet

Yeah I know haters looking, that’s why we flex

You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech

And you know I’m a savage like Randy

I guess all of the pain came in handy

Got the drum in my clip

When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon' need more than a Plan B

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blanka

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster

I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca

You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up

I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up