Bacc Door

They counted me out so many times

I get high and write so many rhymes
Never leave the house without that iron
Sickle cell pain bringing tears to my eyes
I can't let them take me it's gone be a homicide
Ain't even got to ask i know that my brothers gone ride
And they wouldn't even understand what I'm feeling inside
So many people count on me and I got to provide
I won't put my emotions in a bitch hands
I'm doing me don't give no fucks about a bitch plans
If it ain't bout no money I got a short attention span
A pocket full of counterfeit I spent the day scamming
Can't forget about them days that I spent hitting licks
Can't forget about them days I ain't have a pot to piss
Still getting high as fuck because it hurts to reminisce
Paranoid eyes buck he ready to shoot shit
I'm one step away from clicking out this bitch
My trigger finger itching out this bitch
I'm riding round the city with that sig
They turned they back on me I can't forget it
So now it fuck these niggas and these bitches
I'm just on the road to riches
So I can move my family out the trenches
I'm trying to take my brothers to the dentist
I'm talking vvs
The type of money we ain't never stressing
Get on my knees and thank god for the blessing
They want to know how I'm living
Lil bitch I'm straight retarded
Riding round with a AR pistol and a baby 40
Shawty summertime fine I swear she look like a Barbie
Told her bring her friends with her we can all have a orgy
They want to know how I'm living
Lil bitch I'm straight retarded
Riding round with a AR pistol and a baby 40
Shawty summertime fine I swear she look like a Barbie
Told her bring her friends with her we can all have a orgy



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Writer(s): Nicholas Smith
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