Muscle Head

You were talking about Griffin's friends. Did you know

Them? Did he call any of them by name or a nickname?

No, I'm sure he didn't. In fact, he made

Quite a point of not introducing them

Was there a snapshot of him?

I didn't like him that well

But you may have a picture

I said you may have a picture in your files

All I can be, all eyes on me, four minus three

Hands on the wheel, search for record, C minor key

Violent speed, when you see me, don't acknowledge me

Worthless, your disc is on sale at a Dollar Tree

Purchased on a discount, steak and eggs, Mel's Diner

Burn rubber, melt tire, scat packs, hellfire

Do dirt, get washed clean, left on green, then stepped off scene

They call me Jimmy Spice, I'm putting pepper on things

Dracula jacket, fishtail, I'm dragging leather on the street

They can't fuck with me, I go against whoever on the beat

Stretch my body out in the Maybach, I got leverage on the seat

Don't make me turn into Louis Fabregno

I'm making hard rock jams, your music is disco

Bubbling with crude oil, don't confuse it with Crisco

Nice to meet you, I introduce myself with a fist throw

My calf muscles in a flex position

The last V I purchased already reimbursed

Wait 'til you see the next edition

Exact decisions, I'm the thing that your necklace isn't

Look, I'll show you the opposite of how I play the cool

Before I lit a match, I went and laid the fuel

The attitude is raging bull and heat from a brazen bull

Mechanical crane, I'm talking major pull

Magneto mixed with Paid in Full and y'all can play the fool

Everything is one of one, that means it's custom done

Coming from a one-stop shop, soon as I chop, it's done

That's the sound of my money machine

And the sound of that ivory key made its way in like Kenan

Major sitcom, sketches to entertain

The sign on your face reads it's free real estate inside your brain

In a tiny house to party, now picture you in the frame

I turn that bitch into a hoarder's crib and ruin everything

Bad investments, but I bet you knew the call

Then put everything into it and all you got was a bullet ball

Like skydiving, not pulling the string at all

That's a suicide, it's a suicide

I seen 'em all slipping, their careers gripping

On rocky edges like villains in cliffhanger

And then they fall off after they shot off their big banger

I guess the stars never lined up so you don't get famous

Just keep playing the role in front of the script makers