Left Me to Die
Left me to die the voices brought me back bitch
Popping pills and driving got my son in the back bitch
I can tell by how he said it he won't whack shit i'm active
Up pole his soul did a back flip
Flipping every hoe my bitches acrobatic
Running through 'em stretch her throat I get athletic
Catching everything ain't nothing getting past me
All this shooting and traveling I feel like I'm a athlete
Out of town balling take the police on a track meet, race bitch
My daughter flushed the work I beat the case bitch
South Dakota had bitches meeting quotas
Pills got me feeling cute put yo' hoe up
Road running, caught a flat, police helped me with the donut
Half a ying in the trunk, he ain't know nothing
Win or turn to wind, I'ma blow if I don't blow up bitch
I don't catch L's, don't give a fuck who throw 'em
Left me to die I fucked around died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fucking pain out I'm done fighting tears
I wanna die if I ain't rollin' up or rollin'
Even back when I was homeless I wasn't hoeless
I ain't have a glizzy did my dance by my lonely
Nigga did too much on locust left him holey in that stoley
They can't wait until you gone, the voices told me
Shut the fuck up you gon' listen to my story
Fell asleep with depression died in the morning
I don't got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40
Bitch I fell asleep hoping that I died in the morning
I don't got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40
He a drunk driver, all my guns got no job, they got fired
He talking tough I don't believe him he a bad liar
Blow a couple times, pick him up, this bitch a cab driver
Everyday a graduation, all these caps flying
Heat hit his face burn his nose like a bad line
Talking jazzy while I'm sober bitch bad timing
Hit and send bitches to hell I know my Dad smiling
Fuck a hoe to death, pops next, know my Dad wilding
Shot the nigga Mookie still punched him, yeah my friend childish
Girlfriend got his back Im finna man down her
I got the whole city lit bitch I'm Dan Hauser
He had me by a few pounds I knocked some grams out him
Switch got a mind of its own don't stand by me
If she ain't fuckin' she gon' beat it 'til her hands tired
They left me to die I fucked around died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the pain out I'm done fighting tears
Get some pills, over do it, do it over
Fuck and leave bitch I don't need closure
Finna drop the clip on his ass fuck a holster
Wet niggas now he dripping everywhere he need a coaster
Drop racks, yeah shout out Arizona
Never been a worker, still get unemployment
In a different bitch head like I'm booking hair appointments
I'm God, came in her raw now she anointed
I'm on the highway to hell and bitch you going
I want anal, turn around yo' pussy boring
Write a rap then hop on Tor I ain't touring
Need a nasty ass bitch fuck the trick and enjoy it
Shut the fuck up, you gon' listen to her story
Fell asleep broke had a bag by the morning
Back to back in-calls bitch I'm finna buy a foreign
Had the hoe on Greenfield almost died for that 40
You left me to die bitch you finna die for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fucking pain out I'm done fighting tears
Popping pills and driving got my son in the back bitch
I can tell by how he said it he won't whack shit i'm active
Up pole his soul did a back flip
Flipping every hoe my bitches acrobatic
Running through 'em stretch her throat I get athletic
Catching everything ain't nothing getting past me
All this shooting and traveling I feel like I'm a athlete
Out of town balling take the police on a track meet, race bitch
My daughter flushed the work I beat the case bitch
South Dakota had bitches meeting quotas
Pills got me feeling cute put yo' hoe up
Road running, caught a flat, police helped me with the donut
Half a ying in the trunk, he ain't know nothing
Win or turn to wind, I'ma blow if I don't blow up bitch
I don't catch L's, don't give a fuck who throw 'em
Left me to die I fucked around died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fucking pain out I'm done fighting tears
I wanna die if I ain't rollin' up or rollin'
Even back when I was homeless I wasn't hoeless
I ain't have a glizzy did my dance by my lonely
Nigga did too much on locust left him holey in that stoley
They can't wait until you gone, the voices told me
Shut the fuck up you gon' listen to my story
Fell asleep with depression died in the morning
I don't got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40
Bitch I fell asleep hoping that I died in the morning
I don't got my 12 gauge you still dying with that .40
He a drunk driver, all my guns got no job, they got fired
He talking tough I don't believe him he a bad liar
Blow a couple times, pick him up, this bitch a cab driver
Everyday a graduation, all these caps flying
Heat hit his face burn his nose like a bad line
Talking jazzy while I'm sober bitch bad timing
Hit and send bitches to hell I know my Dad smiling
Fuck a hoe to death, pops next, know my Dad wilding
Shot the nigga Mookie still punched him, yeah my friend childish
Girlfriend got his back Im finna man down her
I got the whole city lit bitch I'm Dan Hauser
He had me by a few pounds I knocked some grams out him
Switch got a mind of its own don't stand by me
If she ain't fuckin' she gon' beat it 'til her hands tired
They left me to die I fucked around died for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the pain out I'm done fighting tears
Get some pills, over do it, do it over
Fuck and leave bitch I don't need closure
Finna drop the clip on his ass fuck a holster
Wet niggas now he dripping everywhere he need a coaster
Drop racks, yeah shout out Arizona
Never been a worker, still get unemployment
In a different bitch head like I'm booking hair appointments
I'm God, came in her raw now she anointed
I'm on the highway to hell and bitch you going
I want anal, turn around yo' pussy boring
Write a rap then hop on Tor I ain't touring
Need a nasty ass bitch fuck the trick and enjoy it
Shut the fuck up, you gon' listen to her story
Fell asleep broke had a bag by the morning
Back to back in-calls bitch I'm finna buy a foreign
Had the hoe on Greenfield almost died for that 40
You left me to die bitch you finna die for real
Fell asleep hearing shit something ain't right in here
I let the voices freestyle I don't be writing for real
Glizzy knock the fucking pain out I'm done fighting tears
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Writer(s): Cedric Mcclain
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