Lyrics Heads or Tails? - Missing Texture

Okay, so the game works, I flip the coin
And in the air, you say "heads or tails"- you gotta call it
Okay, uh, a little late but call it
("That's not Boler Mani-") Heads!
Ski mask, uh, but I'm not the slump god
People-people call me shit, but they know I don't flaunt
I'm a hot shot, bout to spit some hot shit
Artist to the listener- I think you're really hot shit (Tails!)
Now I'm back, and, people wonder where I've fuckin' been
Had to finish up my junior year and decorate my den
Had to finish on some bitches, percolation for their skin
Now it's time I rinse-repeat for senior year, do it again (Heads!)
Layer in the instruments, I'll fuck up all your filaments
Remember writing lyrics with my homies, now I'm selling 'em
I tend to find releases in the smaller things, I cherish them
So I'mma leave the body out in Beckley, I'm in Tennessee (Tails!)
Gimme the maracas, I'mma tear it like Baraka
I just fucked up all my chakras
Looking back I think you oughta
Maybe look into yourself and find the problem, man I got ya
Yeah if I was you and you were me you'd blow it with Zendaya (Heads!)
Boler Mani, bring the synthesizer
People label me a womanizer
Swim up in the pussy like a scuba diver- ah!
Not a cypher, I'm MT the scrutinizer
You're not in my trust circle, you're Ben Stiller, Meet the Fockers
I'mma-
I'm MacGyver, not complacent, I'm a sniper, mind is vacant
I am proper, 'til I'm faded, I got Pfizer, I'm evasive
Safety corner, but I'm jaded, I'm Chris Kyle
Fuck the stories you be spinning, hit these bitches from afar
(Tails!) I'm a missile, hear me whistle
Baby bend it back she nimble (aye!)
Jarate fluent, but it's fluid, man I'm mental, you be buggin'
Kumi gomi (組ゴミ) sensei speaking through me
Know you hate the new me (ehh)
Baby I'm just fuckin' with ya, think I might be egotistic, oh my god
Twirl, I don't really need that girl
Count a couple Benjis, and, then I flush that, swirl
Pop a few pills, watch my best friend, he hurled
I-I-I'm a demigod, ruler of the new world (Heads!)
Uzi Vert, uh, aye but no gemstone
Yeah I hit the lick and then I split, no ice cream cone, yea
Red vest, button up, shiny black shoes-
Shave my fucking head, you see the barcode soon (hush)
I could do this all day, something like Steve Rogers (hush)
And I'mma keep it clear I have no fear I'm Mr. Rogers (hush)
If you steppin' to me I assure that it'll cost ya (hush)
Cause I ain't playing with you, this that Bittr Glittr aura
Fuck you mean, bitch?
Stop-
(Hush)