Hop In
Amphetamine, and the evergreen
Got me peddling
Sixteens like its Medellin
I been serving fiends
Through the beats give 'em what they need
Like I need my tree
Two sweets 'gon settle me
Codeine promethazine
The remedy 'cause the enemies
Be hating in they sleep
Hennessy might make him think
He the motherfucking king
Guess he hasn't met the team
I can't help but disagree
I need that fettuccine
And Lil sweetie I'm my suite
Will she hold me down
Or will she fuck around discrete
There's to many in the sea
For me to trip about a thing
I just need that loyalty
But you is just a void for me
But if she keep taking dick
Than there is no avoiding me
Money on my mind could give a fuck about a feeling
Unless you talking pine because the bud be fucking healing
When they talking down the only thing that got me chilling
That's why I be so high because if not I might just kill him
Coming from the side where they sliding on your children
Talking homicide where mamas cry up to the ceiling
Asking GOD why he take her son away from living
Lying in demise yet the world forever spinning
I'm forever grinning while living
Can't provide for my fam
Then I'm trapped in the kitchen
Can't lie down on my ass
If my plan get to shifting
'Cause GOD guiding my path
That why I ain't ever tripping
Never settled for bitching
Instead I fed up my britches
And broke bread with the realest
Dope head with the lyrics
Freebasing with the whipping
Fiends waiting for the trill shit
'Cause that Lil shit your clique did
Is big mid, not a little bit
Little bitch
Ima do my thing
Get high if you hop in
Hotbox making my eyes bleed
Nah I'm fine, no visine
Shine on bright like a light beam
Rhymes on ice like it's hockey
Frozone with it with the sliding
Align on sight if you try me
'Cause ima do my thing
Get live if you hop in
Novacane making my nose bleed
Nah I'm fine, just roll weed
My oh my, do these hoes scheme
Why oh why, 'cause the gold gleam
Or the style so fly she a dope-fiend
But I ain't satisfied with a hoe needs
No I don't need no bullshit
I'm kilo pushing
My pen got em shooken
This nino cooking
That real rap trill shit
Lyrical pushing
Never been pussy
Individuals looking
Young bull crooked
Sitting on cushion
Twisting my cookies
While feeling on butt-cheeks
I'm feeling quite lovely
She looking quite yummy
She looking right at me
Now Y.D. in her tummy
Got me peddling
Sixteens like its Medellin
I been serving fiends
Through the beats give 'em what they need
Like I need my tree
Two sweets 'gon settle me
Codeine promethazine
The remedy 'cause the enemies
Be hating in they sleep
Hennessy might make him think
He the motherfucking king
Guess he hasn't met the team
I can't help but disagree
I need that fettuccine
And Lil sweetie I'm my suite
Will she hold me down
Or will she fuck around discrete
There's to many in the sea
For me to trip about a thing
I just need that loyalty
But you is just a void for me
But if she keep taking dick
Than there is no avoiding me
Money on my mind could give a fuck about a feeling
Unless you talking pine because the bud be fucking healing
When they talking down the only thing that got me chilling
That's why I be so high because if not I might just kill him
Coming from the side where they sliding on your children
Talking homicide where mamas cry up to the ceiling
Asking GOD why he take her son away from living
Lying in demise yet the world forever spinning
I'm forever grinning while living
Can't provide for my fam
Then I'm trapped in the kitchen
Can't lie down on my ass
If my plan get to shifting
'Cause GOD guiding my path
That why I ain't ever tripping
Never settled for bitching
Instead I fed up my britches
And broke bread with the realest
Dope head with the lyrics
Freebasing with the whipping
Fiends waiting for the trill shit
'Cause that Lil shit your clique did
Is big mid, not a little bit
Little bitch
Ima do my thing
Get high if you hop in
Hotbox making my eyes bleed
Nah I'm fine, no visine
Shine on bright like a light beam
Rhymes on ice like it's hockey
Frozone with it with the sliding
Align on sight if you try me
'Cause ima do my thing
Get live if you hop in
Novacane making my nose bleed
Nah I'm fine, just roll weed
My oh my, do these hoes scheme
Why oh why, 'cause the gold gleam
Or the style so fly she a dope-fiend
But I ain't satisfied with a hoe needs
No I don't need no bullshit
I'm kilo pushing
My pen got em shooken
This nino cooking
That real rap trill shit
Lyrical pushing
Never been pussy
Individuals looking
Young bull crooked
Sitting on cushion
Twisting my cookies
While feeling on butt-cheeks
I'm feeling quite lovely
She looking quite yummy
She looking right at me
Now Y.D. in her tummy
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mendez
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