Set in Stone
Had to let it go
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
I'm shooting for ya top right above the collarbone
I'm shooting to the top it's already set in stone
Your girl gimme top cus I'm Erik Stone
Money on my top there's a bounty on my dome
Cus I been on the block I been pushing selling dope
And now they want me shot cus I'm stealing all they dough
They keep tryna kill me but I been trapping on the low
Sorry babygirl I love you but I gotta go
The money keep calling me on the phone
The streets keep calling me on the phone
My mama keep calling me on the phone
But I really don't wanna leave you alone
Had to let it go
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
I gotta backwood leaf filled with nothing but the runtz
She so in love that she think I laced the blunt
I know they want me dead
I could feel it in my gut
I take alotta drugs
I don't give a lotta trust
I could never quit the smoke
I just wanna light it up
They can't say it to my face so they gotta type it up
Laughing at my ops cus they broke and they mad as fuck
Gotta spin the block if we miss cus they always duck
I don't wanna cop bitch I rather make myself the plug
I don't wanna talk bitch I don't wanna fall in love
But it's too late for that I could feel it in my blood
She know ima call her back I could never have enough
Had to let it go
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
I'm shooting for ya top right above the collarbone
I'm shooting to the top it's already set in stone
Your girl gimme top cus I'm Erik Stone
Money on my top there's a bounty on my dome
Cus I been on the block I been pushing selling dope
And now they want me shot cus I'm stealing all they dough
They keep tryna kill me but I been trapping on the low
Sorry babygirl I love you but I gotta go
The money keep calling me on the phone
The streets keep calling me on the phone
My mama keep calling me on the phone
But I really don't wanna leave you alone
Had to let it go
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
I gotta backwood leaf filled with nothing but the runtz
She so in love that she think I laced the blunt
I know they want me dead
I could feel it in my gut
I take alotta drugs
I don't give a lotta trust
I could never quit the smoke
I just wanna light it up
They can't say it to my face so they gotta type it up
Laughing at my ops cus they broke and they mad as fuck
Gotta spin the block if we miss cus they always duck
I don't wanna cop bitch I rather make myself the plug
I don't wanna talk bitch I don't wanna fall in love
But it's too late for that I could feel it in my blood
She know ima call her back I could never have enough
Had to let it go
I heard they hating on me that's what happens when you glow
Fake ass bitches they be schemin on the low
Tell me that you'll ride for me but I know you won't
Tell me that you love me but I know you don't
That's the type of shit that make me gotta go and smoke
Roll another blunt and face it just so I could cope
Pop another Percocet until I overdose
She beg me to stop but it's already set in stone
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Writer(s): Eric Djambazov
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