Habits

Breaking these packs packs packs ya
Caught in the traffic
Gone off the map map map map
I cannot have it
Stuck in the past past past past ya
I can't look past it
Taking it east
I gotta dash quick
Just for philippe
I sold with a passion I say

Can't break these habits
I came from trapping I came from trapping lord
Stash in the attic moving' with static I was going back and forth
Shit got tragic I couldn't manage
Still couldn't panick no
Forgetting these hoes ya
I fuck a bitch off a xanax slow ay
Shit so official dont need a whistle
Need me a pistol to ride with
It's funny how hard they keep trying
They yellin' but I just hear silence
No sleep in them tellys
Chain smoking on bellys
Late night grabbin Dennys ya
Roll weed sip remy

Breaking these packs packs packs ya
Caught in the traffic
Gone off the map map map map
I cannot have it
Stuck in the past past past past ya
I can't look past it
Taking it east
I gotta dash quick
Just for philippe
I sold with a passion

Selling with passion looking for peace
I just keep finding bitches and beats
Ya these scars run deep I lost so much to the streets
No goodwill we were hunting
In the city weve been running
This pain come from something
Ya its more than just frontin'
Fuck the fakes and fuck the frauds
Dodging snakes and breakin laws
If you love me than you love me
You ain't lookin at my flaws

Breaking these packs packs packs ya
Caught in the traffic
Gone off the map map map map
I cannot have it
Stuck in the past past past past ya
I can't look past it
Taking it east
I gotta dash quick
Just for philippe
I sold with a passion



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