FENTANYL
Powder packer in the back of an Acura
Ain't no Michael Strahan but he sack it up
I remember once upon a time, yeah
Lil bit got me feelin spectacular
Talkin down, but no disrespect
China White if you get that vernacular
They ain't tell me it'd do you like Dracula
Flood the streets, drain the diaspora
Empty bottles on the dirty rug
Down and out but we still turnin up
Plug pull off in that NSX
Boy it ain't no tellin what he earnin, huh?
I'm his servant, huh? Maybe a slave
Caught in the system and chained to my ways
Hope for change, but it remain the same
Lonely road headed straight to the grave
But fuck that, new batch jumpin
Let the fiends scramble while the roaches runnin
Grab a rock, break it down, draw it up
Bang it all, I still feel nothin
Now aint' that some shit?
All that dope but ain't under the influence
But I'm tryna be skippin like I'm truant
All you kids better listen up
While I show you how to do it
One, get a pinch of powdered fun
Two, lil water in the spoon
Three, mix it up with some heat
Cotton filter keep it clean
Four, draw it up real slow
Puncture where your blood flow
Five, press, let the plunger slide
And pray you make it out alive
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Amen
God don't give a fuck and he ain't listenin
Made parole, but I'm still in prison
Shouldn't've let me out in the first place
In a worse place than I ever envisioned
Hittin licks 'cause my conscience is missin
Whippin rerock in the kitchen
Just in the hope that the judge revoke all of my parole
And that suspended sentence
Livin life like a menace, take me back
Way backin the day room racin laps
Human cattle rockin chains and tats
Freedom every day I prayed for that
Writin poems layin on my rack
Motherfucker I was made to rap
In the gutter where my faith is at
See me smilin prolly fakin that
But I don't give a fuck homie
Sweatin bullets when its ice cold
Now withdrawal creepin up on me
Yeah, I'm runnin outta luck slowly
And everybody actin phony
Why? 'cause fentanyl in my blood
One hit's too much
Hundred thousand ain't enough
Got me shiverin in the sun
One, get a pinch of powdered fun
Two, lil water in the spoon
Three, mix it up with some heat
Cotton filter keep it clean
Four, draw it up real slow
Puncture where your blood flow
Five, press, let the plunger slide
And pray you make it out alive
Ain't no Michael Strahan but he sack it up
I remember once upon a time, yeah
Lil bit got me feelin spectacular
Talkin down, but no disrespect
China White if you get that vernacular
They ain't tell me it'd do you like Dracula
Flood the streets, drain the diaspora
Empty bottles on the dirty rug
Down and out but we still turnin up
Plug pull off in that NSX
Boy it ain't no tellin what he earnin, huh?
I'm his servant, huh? Maybe a slave
Caught in the system and chained to my ways
Hope for change, but it remain the same
Lonely road headed straight to the grave
But fuck that, new batch jumpin
Let the fiends scramble while the roaches runnin
Grab a rock, break it down, draw it up
Bang it all, I still feel nothin
Now aint' that some shit?
All that dope but ain't under the influence
But I'm tryna be skippin like I'm truant
All you kids better listen up
While I show you how to do it
One, get a pinch of powdered fun
Two, lil water in the spoon
Three, mix it up with some heat
Cotton filter keep it clean
Four, draw it up real slow
Puncture where your blood flow
Five, press, let the plunger slide
And pray you make it out alive
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Amen
God don't give a fuck and he ain't listenin
Made parole, but I'm still in prison
Shouldn't've let me out in the first place
In a worse place than I ever envisioned
Hittin licks 'cause my conscience is missin
Whippin rerock in the kitchen
Just in the hope that the judge revoke all of my parole
And that suspended sentence
Livin life like a menace, take me back
Way backin the day room racin laps
Human cattle rockin chains and tats
Freedom every day I prayed for that
Writin poems layin on my rack
Motherfucker I was made to rap
In the gutter where my faith is at
See me smilin prolly fakin that
But I don't give a fuck homie
Sweatin bullets when its ice cold
Now withdrawal creepin up on me
Yeah, I'm runnin outta luck slowly
And everybody actin phony
Why? 'cause fentanyl in my blood
One hit's too much
Hundred thousand ain't enough
Got me shiverin in the sun
One, get a pinch of powdered fun
Two, lil water in the spoon
Three, mix it up with some heat
Cotton filter keep it clean
Four, draw it up real slow
Puncture where your blood flow
Five, press, let the plunger slide
And pray you make it out alive
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Writer(s): Yuni Wa
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