Invertin' (feat. Jacob888)
All day searchin' for grams
This smokin' might be my end
I toked and coughed some blood out
I leave yo' whole block bleeded
Quick tell me where the weed at
Bitch Imma smoke yo' whole pack
Xanax made me redeemed
I act with big facts
Tempo I cannot never ever miss that
Snort up molly, OC, got me six pack
Who you look at, hoe I cannot look back
All these anxieties made me depressed
Get readdicted, I cannot take chance
'Cause big packs, made me make big racks
Give me my dough for dope back
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
I'm ahead of u, still gonna stab u in ur back for an ounce
Spit in her mouth, nostalgic
Spinnin' the food, mic failure, faucet
Black Air Forces, Levi's 501
Light a blunt, fill my lungs
Hangover forever, never over, guess I'm over hang
Guess I'm over u, guess I'm sober hon (Yeah, ey)
If you're dreamin' 'bout me, you're not dreamin' mainstream
Baby girl don't doubt me, Imma be ur main dream
Game changin', chained jeans on me
Y'all makin' my stomach wanna vomit
U are rabbits and I'm Gromit, and I'm Wallace
Mia Wallace and my wallet in my pocket
Get narcotics, BET I'm linin' hard, yeah (Linin' hard)
I been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
This smokin' might be my end
I toked and coughed some blood out
I leave yo' whole block bleeded
Quick tell me where the weed at
Bitch Imma smoke yo' whole pack
Xanax made me redeemed
I act with big facts
Tempo I cannot never ever miss that
Snort up molly, OC, got me six pack
Who you look at, hoe I cannot look back
All these anxieties made me depressed
Get readdicted, I cannot take chance
'Cause big packs, made me make big racks
Give me my dough for dope back
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
Tunnel vision, underground, what goes around comes around
I'm ahead of u, still gonna stab u in ur back for an ounce
Spit in her mouth, nostalgic
Spinnin' the food, mic failure, faucet
Black Air Forces, Levi's 501
Light a blunt, fill my lungs
Hangover forever, never over, guess I'm over hang
Guess I'm over u, guess I'm sober hon (Yeah, ey)
If you're dreamin' 'bout me, you're not dreamin' mainstream
Baby girl don't doubt me, Imma be ur main dream
Game changin', chained jeans on me
Y'all makin' my stomach wanna vomit
U are rabbits and I'm Gromit, and I'm Wallace
Mia Wallace and my wallet in my pocket
Get narcotics, BET I'm linin' hard, yeah (Linin' hard)
I been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
I've been smokin' hard
Fine cancer in my gut
Death comes like a must
An' I hide narcs in my socks
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Writer(s): David Simeonov
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