I stay headstrong
Nodding on
Face heavy
Nodding off
Overdosing
Let him fall
I cant deal with none of y'all
Chain swanga
Not at all
Blunt smoker
By the cops?
Yeah, bitch I'll kill them all
Brain decay might set them off
Anywhere I go
I feel judged right off the bat
But in spite of y'all
Do what I want
Don't give a fuck
Still going up
Still rolling strong
We still posted on the block
Levitating what I'm on
Krt we one of one hoe
It's that
It's that young paper chaser
Indo blazer
Rolling off the shits
Now I'm fucked up in a way that I should never be again
Always disappointed with the way you reply with a grin
I been thinking of a way
But I cant get you back
Again, my mind been gone for a minute
But I'm running back
I swear to god this ain't no fable
Baby run it back
Certain herb of grace
Count it with a couple racks
Heart heavy for the people never coming back
We do this shit for you and do it for the crew
We gon' make it out the mud and leave them second guessing who they fucking doubted
My brain hold all of the powder
Lungs filled up with the smoke and my whole nose filled up with powder
It's that lil' drug fiend
What you know about me
No diamonds on me shining but the rock is OP
Teeth rot
Bodies drop
When you speak about me
Repping 100 'till the scream out
Dolla RIP
Hoe
And who's got the best connection
I would like to say I do.
But I, ya know, I think there are things that his dad talks to him about that, ya know, he's closer with his dad about