Eyes Low Die Slow
Tell me
I'm more than important
All the white shit
You be snorting
Maybe I'm running my courses
Stepping through bull in my forces
Light up the way with some torches
You can't come up to my fortress
On the way down I look gorgeous
Banging my head to the chorus
You seem to ignore it
Unpack it and store it
I burn the ground for my fix
Call up my sources real quick
Act up all over this bitch
Spilling my liquor and shit
Falling all over the whip
Falling all over my kicks
Bitch
Eyes low Die slow
Maybe I'm over that shit
Eyes low Die slow
Maybe I'm
I got a lot of issues I'll admit
I got a problem with you it's a hint
I'm riding solo dolo to the pit
Hitting some licks
Bitch get a grip
Problems problems problems
All a nigga seeing
Life been kinda brazy
Hoping I can treat it
Fucking up relations
Call it like I see it
Fuck me like you hate me
Knowing that I been fiending
Only smoke weed when it's seasonal
Catch me first place at the regionals
Damn it man I made a mess
Damn it I'm full of regret
Can it bitch I can attest
Yes
Double cups and lies
Give this hoe a try
Witness my demise
Higher than the skies
Higher than emotions
Hope this weed is potent
Maybe I'm the chosen
Maybe I'm a wreck
I been at your neck
I been hella bent
Always talking shit
Petty as could get
Niggas at my neck
Wanna flip the check
Always on my dick
Always talking shit
Always undermine
Always spreading lies
I done had enough
Fuck the semi up
I done had enough
Fuck these niggas bruh
Fuck these bitches too
I'm Coming after you
I'm more than important
All the white shit
You be snorting
Maybe I'm running my courses
Stepping through bull in my forces
Light up the way with some torches
You can't come up to my fortress
On the way down I look gorgeous
Banging my head to the chorus
You seem to ignore it
Unpack it and store it
I burn the ground for my fix
Call up my sources real quick
Act up all over this bitch
Spilling my liquor and shit
Falling all over the whip
Falling all over my kicks
Bitch
Eyes low Die slow
Maybe I'm over that shit
Eyes low Die slow
Maybe I'm
I got a lot of issues I'll admit
I got a problem with you it's a hint
I'm riding solo dolo to the pit
Hitting some licks
Bitch get a grip
Problems problems problems
All a nigga seeing
Life been kinda brazy
Hoping I can treat it
Fucking up relations
Call it like I see it
Fuck me like you hate me
Knowing that I been fiending
Only smoke weed when it's seasonal
Catch me first place at the regionals
Damn it man I made a mess
Damn it I'm full of regret
Can it bitch I can attest
Yes
Double cups and lies
Give this hoe a try
Witness my demise
Higher than the skies
Higher than emotions
Hope this weed is potent
Maybe I'm the chosen
Maybe I'm a wreck
I been at your neck
I been hella bent
Always talking shit
Petty as could get
Niggas at my neck
Wanna flip the check
Always on my dick
Always talking shit
Always undermine
Always spreading lies
I done had enough
Fuck the semi up
I done had enough
Fuck these niggas bruh
Fuck these bitches too
I'm Coming after you
Credits
Writer(s): Destini Levette
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