I Am Poison

This music shit running my life
Barely got any time for the wife
Know this shit is so wrong it ain't right
When I'm not in the booth I'm write
I can do this the rest of my life
It's just a little sacrifice
They gon call me the profit i'm chosen
You gonna follow me until I die
When I do I don't want you to cry
Just swallow some gas and get high
And poor 8 in a deuce
Drink it all man the feeling is nice
I'm just here to tell him all the shit that you be telling the children is a lie
I've been smoking weed since I was 12
Grandma put me out for being high
I started a name for myself
Never needed no help from my nigga
Risk it all for the check for my heath
Adderall get the best of the nigga
Many nights for these Gs on my belt
Try to take it i am blessing you nigga
30 rounds nothing leas on me nigga
Smith and Wesson is the recipe nigga
The boy think I'm gonna send em to God
666 so my bullets good luck
Since a toddler I've been a retard
Ask my momma I don't give a fuck
Never knew what was right what was wrong
Took advice from the voice on the left
(My shoulder)
And my pops was a demon himself
They don't know all the shit that we felt
Got to make sure my niggas get fed
They going to die about it they sum else
And my girl going to be glued to my leg
Cause that bitch understood what I felt
And my brother going to get what he wants
On my life he gonna be fresh to death
Told my mama to quit your job
No more cooking you gon have a chef

Am poison bitch drink me i make you do it easy
Some people call it majic i make nigga believe me
Am royal a demon and i be robbing deacons
Because they phantoms gone get that shit i need it
Am poison bitch drink me i make you do it easy
Some people call it majic i make nigga believe me
Am royal a demon and i be robbing deacons
Because they phantoms gone get that shit i need it

Am poison bitch drink me i fuck your bitch its easy
She says am fire man but please don't call me weezy
All of my niggas squeezing you know a nigga sleezy
And if you talking work I seen more dope than jeezy
Some people call it majic I make niggas believe me
I take all of they money n peoole still come see me
Some people wanna be me some wanna kill and grieve me
I die for my respect don't play me like a cd
A demon don't play hop out the wip and spray
Am from the jungle you pray ain't no sence in praying
Hey watchout where you lay ill find out where you stay
Am a dog hurry get me a tray i don't see nobody am ray
By the way am robbing deacons with my boy he puerto rican
I don't came a longway from cooking it in a beaker
If you looking for some problems i am not the one you seeking
Cuz am loco i am nuts i am a motherfucking pecan

Am poison bitch drink me i make you do it easy
Some people call it majic i make nigga believe me
Am royal a demon and i be robbing deacons
Because they phantoms gone get that shit i need it
Am poison bitch drink me i make you do it easy
Some people call it majic i make nigga believe me
Am royal a demon and i be robbing deacons
Because they phantoms gone get that shit i need it



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Rodriguez
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