Whose Pills Are These? (Which Bag Were They In?) [feat. Black Smurf]

I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm tired, been blowin' on fire
I should get some sleep, 'cause tomorrow we drivin'
Ruby da Pilot been pulled over twice
And I still flick the lighter, I'm tryna get higher

Fuck five-O, bitch, tryna reach five and O
They fuckin' with my hustle, man, they tryna fuck my title
Drivin' to Cali, drivin' to Brooklyn, drivin' to Texas
What's goin' to be next for us?

Pro'ly the prison, we tend not to listen
Makin' more money, one show than they do in a week
Yeah, they even admitted it
Splittin' and stuffin', I say, "Fuck the cuffin'!"
Smokin' and drivin' got me into trouble a couple of times
But I still keep on puffin'

Flexin' in Lil' Mexico
Smokin' on the Texaco
I will never save a hoe
Never rat and that's for sure
Data on, I never roam
Always creepin' close to home
Xanax bars or methadone
Local rappers on my phone

Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life
Opium inside my pipe
If dying's wrong, I'm never right
Couple bitches on some ice
They treat me like I'm Eazy-E
Yung Christ, no Galilee
I am such a rarity
Hangin' from a Rosary

Talk that shit on up
Nigga that's where you fucked up
Try trick-or-treatin' on my head
Don't make me get too toughed up (run up)
I'ma leave FOD in my head, no matter where I go (squad)
Try take the cash out my hand, boy, you gon' need to hold for us (what?)

If I was to fuck with me, my life Skywalker, so don't you flinch
Towards dreamin' money hoes and hoes, talkin' 'bout boss-up, hustle
Fear off the muscle
Aim and bust
You playin' with a nigga's hustle
Can't fail, livin' fast
Life is a hustle (is a hustle)