Heads or Tails?

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)