I'm popping Percocets until I die
I give a fuck bout what you saying bitch you talk them lies
I'm planning on a homicide I'm gripping on my nine
I'll diss a couple sets cause bitch I'm from that Squires Drive
A couple suckas wanna kill me but won't do the time
They say they really wanna find me
I'm not hard to find
And bitch I'm smoking on some blue dream
Bitch I'm getting high
I'm sipping on a bit of codeine
Just a little five
Uh
Yeah
Bitch I'm with some killers
I keep on praying up to god but I'm a fucking sinner
If I'm pulling out my pistol then I pull the trigger
I just popped me some Xanax I wash it down with liquor
And my visions kinda blurry cause I'm on some codeine
And I'm never in a hurry cause I'm smoking on weed
Give a fuck bout what you talking
What you fucking thinking
Bitch I'm riding with my posse
With my fucking team
And you know my gun is loaded with a dozen rounds
I'm always chasing for the money like a fucking hound
Remember I was in the gym pushing hella pounds
Remember when my momma found out all I got was frowns
Remember late nights in the winds focused like a hunter
I was looking for the opposite that need to suffer
Still remember all them nights that I slept with hunger
Had to go into the pockets of a fucking sucka
Sucka! Sucka! Sucka! Sucka!
Sucka! Sucka! Sucka! Sucka!
Sucka! Sucka! Sucka! Sucka!
Sucka! Sucka! Sucka! Yeah!