Rabbit Hole

My mind distant
I'm inclined to rhyme different
The time tickin'
Rollie on
I arrive with 5 bitches
Corleone
Know I get a nigga wacked
Moving like a train
When it's runnin' off the track
Double cup the pain
Stain a nigga for his pack
Propane in my tank
Til I fade to black
It ain't mine but I take it back
Waste time like I waste the cash
But you don't hear me though
No control, break the mold
I rock chains but I freed my soul
The fuck you niggas thought?
Move cinderblocks
Push weight outta state
Fuck a city cop
Them bitch niggas popped
In Hi-Tech I trust
And my tec don't jam
So yo head get bust

And I roll these blunts
Til my fingers cramp
And I turn to dust
So I count these bands
And I chew these caps
Til I fade to black
Face to face with facts
Ima board this plane
Hope I make it back
Hope I make it back
Roll em back to back
I roll em back to back



Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Lamerique
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