Paper thin joints turn to ash in 2 minutes
That's we we role blunts just to feel what we hittin, it sucks
What the fuck is up?
Man I'm feelin slumped, so numb, pass the pump,
I'm fucked up; too much, been a little unjust, Not enough to make a mother fucker wanna give up
And if he think he bigger than me Ima show him what's up
Ready for what's next?
Man I think you flummoxed
Think I'm dead fuckboi?
I'm just gassed out
Regretting Every Day always passed out
Another bitch want me to blow her back out
Tell her get the fuck outa my trap house
If your trigger finger itching
The pistol is in the kitchen
I'll be dead upon your mission
Don't hesitate on the feeling
I Give in to my addiction
Always need it for the clearing of my mind
No time for dealing
I'm sorry to the people that are praying for my healing
I wanted better for me too and that shit is the realest
It's killing me inside but I can hide it in my lyrics
Only
On
Boss
Shit
Wanna take a trip to the Outlands and get your car fixed?
Think I got a problem with my sniffing
Get a grip
Nah I don't wanna date an only fans bitch
Like is this needle print Steve or juice head Jarvis?
Just put something on that make em act retarded
I don't wanna make an image like I'm flawless
I'm a creep, riding dirty till I'm in my coffin
Wow the mess you making so loud
It got me bouta freak out
Only alive so I can hear my lyrics back from the crowd
Im bouta pounce
And make em scream until you hearing the sound
And Ima finish anyone who put my name in their mouth
Now I
Think I'm
Back in
Business
You trying to get me to switch up bitch I think you trippin
All I really know how do is just keep this shit the realest
If I hear a beat I like you better know that Ima steal it
Why do all these bitches only like me for my dick?
Take a look into my eyes like you don't want none of this