Illusion of Pain

Sippin my booz
Rolling my blunt
Writing my songs
Brain stormin on ways on how i can elude this pain (Yeah)
Please give me room
No im not trynna be rude
Im on some coo, lay
Stay out da way shit
U niggas flakin Bafoonz

Sippin my booz
Rolling my blunt
Writing my songs
Brain stormin on ways on how i can elude this pain (Yeah)
Please give me room, no im not trynna be rude
Im on some coo, lay
Stay out da way shit
U niggas flakin Bafoonz

Please give me room, no im not trynna rude
Im on some coo, lay, stay out da way shit, u niggas worried bout who
Im inna mood, slap fck nigga right out his shoes
Yea i tried be coo in beginning, but nun of dem listen, so dolo I rulee
No i cant make this up, this is America
Where u open yo mouf, nd get stabbed inna back
Dont give af where u from, Or how much damn bread you loaned
Dissect the shit out, Even Crumbs, Not enough
He gon reach for his gun, witout a thought
He ain't think, he REDRUM, and he dont even kno it
Guess the check onna score aint lowering, look around
See who vanished, Important, At da table, sat equals of porridge
Mf ate mine, and flushed theres down da toilet
Guess dey plate wudnt enough
I ain't even trip, i kept offering, orders Robust
How sneaky fuck, can i trust? (You)

Sippin my booz
Rolling my blunt, writing my songs
Brain stormin on ways on how i can elude this pain (Yeah)
Please give me room, no im not trynna be rude
Im on some coo, lay
Stay out da way shit
U niggas flakin Bafoonz

Niggas Really Bitches, Kappin to dey Niggas
IDKY my name get brought up between dey gang (Dey Lame)
All onna internet, sending thru texts, dms nd screenshots
Yk where im at, wan me pull up, kno yo addy, whats next
Cuz at once u was brotha, slide on dem niggas fa det
I aint een ask, or look past, straight, forward
Cyclops vision, look right thru da fag
Face flat, stuffed inna grass, wit no hesitation
Bitch i was loyal, wen dey cudda faced ya
Empty yo pockets, inside out, erase ya
But im too thick for a thin line to cages