Outro
(Ooh, I love TaxFree)
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more
I ain't showin' no more love, ain't nobody close to me
Every day, I'm workin' harder, I ain't where I'm 'posed to be
All these bitches really garbage, most of 'em hoes to me
People fiend to see me so I don't perform for free
I don't want the love I showed, I could never get it back
Take it off the mannequin if my size ain't in the back
I ain't never been a worker, can't no nigga call me that
I might pull up with the Percs, pull up with a party pack
I hopped off my ass 'cause ain't no nigga feedin' me
Brodie got the Wock and red, shit, I need three lines apiece
Shit, I live off loyalty, but all these niggas foes to me
I mean everything I say, ain't no niggas hoein' me
After I nut, bitch, leave, ain't no fuckin' ho to me
I could write a book about the bullshit that I peeped
Take it one day at a time, stackin' G after G
And I don't even like this bitch, she around 'cause she a freak
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more (Ayy)
I stopped showin' so much love, niggas ain't real as me
Told the pastor pray for me, I'm puttin' Percs in my lean
My dog fightin' a fed case, I'm fightin' demons in my sleep
It ain't your mans for real if your beef ain't his beef
I be really in the trenches with the wolves, we don't do passes
Gave niggas a twelve months start, I still blew past 'em
Niggas always brag 'bout what they did, what you doin' now?
I'm up, but I'll strip you to your socks if I get down
Can take you to the water but I can't help you drink it
I hate my ex bitch, but that pussy like a demon
Niggas take drugs and get to talkin' crazy for no reason
When I say I'm goin' to see about a nigga, I really mean it
All this codeine got my eyes red, Perc got me wide awoke
You goffy, if I take you on a lick, you fuck around and choke
I am my brother's keeper, what I said is what I mean
What's in my pockets and his pockets like we wearin' the same jeans
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more
I ain't showin' no more love, ain't nobody close to me
Every day, I'm workin' harder, I ain't where I'm 'posed to be
All these bitches really garbage, most of 'em hoes to me
People fiend to see me so I don't perform for free
I don't want the love I showed, I could never get it back
Take it off the mannequin if my size ain't in the back
I ain't never been a worker, can't no nigga call me that
I might pull up with the Percs, pull up with a party pack
I hopped off my ass 'cause ain't no nigga feedin' me
Brodie got the Wock and red, shit, I need three lines apiece
Shit, I live off loyalty, but all these niggas foes to me
I mean everything I say, ain't no niggas hoein' me
After I nut, bitch, leave, ain't no fuckin' ho to me
I could write a book about the bullshit that I peeped
Take it one day at a time, stackin' G after G
And I don't even like this bitch, she around 'cause she a freak
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more (Ayy)
I stopped showin' so much love, niggas ain't real as me
Told the pastor pray for me, I'm puttin' Percs in my lean
My dog fightin' a fed case, I'm fightin' demons in my sleep
It ain't your mans for real if your beef ain't his beef
I be really in the trenches with the wolves, we don't do passes
Gave niggas a twelve months start, I still blew past 'em
Niggas always brag 'bout what they did, what you doin' now?
I'm up, but I'll strip you to your socks if I get down
Can take you to the water but I can't help you drink it
I hate my ex bitch, but that pussy like a demon
Niggas take drugs and get to talkin' crazy for no reason
When I say I'm goin' to see about a nigga, I really mean it
All this codeine got my eyes red, Perc got me wide awoke
You goffy, if I take you on a lick, you fuck around and choke
I am my brother's keeper, what I said is what I mean
What's in my pockets and his pockets like we wearin' the same jeans
It's a toss up and broke your whole life, you ain't bossed up
You see it in my face, what I'm on, I don't talk much
I'm feelin' kind of good 'cause the juice, plus I'm off one
Talkin' out the side of your neck, you been done caught one
Just need more, chasin' me a check until my knees sore
I can't trust nobody so I'm ventin' on my beats more
My son my only reason that's the nigga that I live for
And I love painkillers too much in me, but I need more
Credits
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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