| Used to complain I ain't get my credit, I passed all the opps ought to catch me |
| Second, it's not even mentioned, how we pissin' on graves and they not even |
| steppin' |
| I'm on they head, and you broke, not to mention, okay, like, forget it |
| My tool Danny Glover, I tote lethal weapons |
| Break it down as I speak and it felt like a reference |
| Keep it 2 when I creep cause |
| outta my neck |
| Paranoid, I don't know what's next |
| Keep 'em away from me I'm stressed |
| On my chest chain dance |
| Now my manager want me to pop |
| Only thing that I pop is a pill |
| Let's be honest, I sing of the real |
| And it's either I sleep with the demons, or I sleep with the TVs on |
| There's a demon on the rise, perc fiendin' |
| Countin' milligrams out of my reason |
| I was lost in the dark, can't see me |
| I was left out to starve with the leeches |
| But I hook up the block and I'm cheesin' |
| Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin' |
| Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin' |
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| I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' abstract |
| Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefe |
| Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an incense |
| Better yet, I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back |
| I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' abstract |
| Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefe |
| Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an incense |
| Better yet, I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back |
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