high percentage

If we goin talk like that, let's talk like that
You won't make it back, you count on that
Ain't no murder shit, just hurtin shit
You got packs to fix, I'm pacifist
Watch them cross, don't tap the fit
I been past the bitch, can't go have the shit
We ain't ask for this
We ain't ask for this

Got many more
Can't see down the road
Where we go, keep it closed in doors
I see you leaking through the floors
Probably could, but you know I won't
It's a problem, it's a problem
Only breathing for my mama
Ima keep life how I wanna
It's a problem, it's a problem

I swear I'm happy as can be
Keep them from me please
I been dancin with my dreams
Keep it for me please

No 30 pop
Put that on my pops
Let them fuckas watch
Twistin up my spot
I don't need no guap
Chasin after guac
Smokin on my cock
You ain't really pop
Bet you do a lot
I just say it cause I'm not
Playin catch up with my thoughts
Dome split pop, only time they stop

But I ain't leavin yet no
Used to fuckin stress
Clipped it to my neck
Don't let them forget



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Writer(s): David James
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