JESUS
All this pain, yeah it'll really fuckin hit ya'
So you go outside of your house so you can smoke a swisher
Then you start to just look around and see the bigger picture
Like, what's a life worth when it's paired up with some fucking liquor
Cagne, now it's time to go
Smoke the gas, I'm on the road
Bitches go like back and forth
Down and toward like dominoes
Why you feel the need to speak
Pussy bitches they need a beak
So they can go on out and preach
Their bullshit out into the street
Baby it's so crazy, 'cause they be actin shady
They say they fucking with me, but no ones ever played me
Never stabbed in the back, I've only played myself
If you just can't admit that fact, then go and get some help
All this pain, yeah, it'll really fuckin hit ya'
So you go outside of your house so you can smoke a swisher
Then you start to just look around and see the bigger picture
Like, what's a life worth when it's paired up with some fucking liquor
You hearin' I'm wack
You hearin' I'm stupid, I'm claiming that's cap
I'm making a track
I write up a new verse, and that shit it slaps
I roll up with stogies, I roll up the pack
Yeah, I'm with the team, and we in all black
So you go outside of your house so you can smoke a swisher
Then you start to just look around and see the bigger picture
Like, what's a life worth when it's paired up with some fucking liquor
Cagne, now it's time to go
Smoke the gas, I'm on the road
Bitches go like back and forth
Down and toward like dominoes
Why you feel the need to speak
Pussy bitches they need a beak
So they can go on out and preach
Their bullshit out into the street
Baby it's so crazy, 'cause they be actin shady
They say they fucking with me, but no ones ever played me
Never stabbed in the back, I've only played myself
If you just can't admit that fact, then go and get some help
All this pain, yeah, it'll really fuckin hit ya'
So you go outside of your house so you can smoke a swisher
Then you start to just look around and see the bigger picture
Like, what's a life worth when it's paired up with some fucking liquor
You hearin' I'm wack
You hearin' I'm stupid, I'm claiming that's cap
I'm making a track
I write up a new verse, and that shit it slaps
I roll up with stogies, I roll up the pack
Yeah, I'm with the team, and we in all black
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Dewitt
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