My soul sick but I hope this could be an eye opener
And post- bitches lifestyle want to live it so lit
And I know niggas wanna roll with me
But I hold in and don't show feelings
Want to smoke come on nigga roll fifty
Got a pole with me
Let it blow
Let a nigga know how a nigga soul sick
Oh my hi
How you doing I
Oh I been doing fine
The money on my mind
I'd love a homicide
I know you wanna ride
Just get your head up out your ass and have a lovely time
We gotta get lit
Bitches wanna hit this
Feeling what we spit
Got a blick with a kick
Boom
Hit you in the lip
Ooh shit that's a dick move
Niggas acting funny over money like the shit cool
I'm a dirt bag
Put him in a hearse
He be hurt in the worst class
Ima pop a perc in the church sipping purp yeah
So fucking high I don't know when I'll go down
I let the demons in
Don't have a soul now
No a nigga don't make friends
I just make bands nigga laugh at the bank
Lot of niggas gonna hate man
Got to save him when he ask for a favor
I been sipping how I love the flavor
No you niggas ain't getting no paper
Got a switch on the GLock
Ima pop a nigga on the top let him drop out the race