Unconditional
Percocets they got my brain itchin'
Weed smokin' made me out of touch with all my senses
All my brothers love me like I love em unconditional
But we don't show it cause its money season
Only love the dough
I like to smoke two O's every six days like I'm the one that grows
But blowing through a bag of dope like that
Shit could have me broke
I been better off without a dime
I'm on the rise
Do a bake up with the guys
This shit should come as no surprise
We got our weight up
Shorty like to come and give that cake up
Ballin like I'm Kobe on the Lakers
She bad and might pretty but I think its time we break up
You don't got no personality
Just good with makeup
I don't wanna make a scene
So baby imma leave you with Celine
And a letter written to you from me
I gotta make it happen in this life
Cause in the next that shit ain't promised
I got people praying on me
Other people wanna see me fall and fail
But I got pressure in my pen
I'm putting pressure on the scale
I want them pointers triple ten
For Kwezzy writing in a cell
Man I can't wait to see him home
So we can give these pussies hell
I want a chain for every member
Big as fuck just like a bell
Baby I ain't tryna clean up all them messes
But I would if you would listen
I got a couple thoughts I been neglecting
Percocets they got my brain itchin'
Weed smoke made me out of touch with all my senses
All my brothers love me like I love em' unconditional
But we don't show it cause its money season
Only love the dough
I like to smoke two O's every six days like I'm the one that grows
But blowing through a bag of dope like that
Shit could have made me broke
Yeah my pocket fell apart
Cause it got burned through with a hot stick
Bro pick locks so good cause he was trained to be a locksmith
A black n mild a percocet and waters with my outfit
Though I quit it once and twice
I'm back around like its a hot bitch
Get a bnb for every weekend
Tryna get lit
Filter tips on blacks
But Mike he like em'
With a wood tip
Got addiction since fifteen
I'm tryna fuckin' dead it
The only reason I still stands
Cause I know where I'm headed
(Goin' up)
Weed smokin' made me out of touch with all my senses
All my brothers love me like I love em unconditional
But we don't show it cause its money season
Only love the dough
I like to smoke two O's every six days like I'm the one that grows
But blowing through a bag of dope like that
Shit could have me broke
I been better off without a dime
I'm on the rise
Do a bake up with the guys
This shit should come as no surprise
We got our weight up
Shorty like to come and give that cake up
Ballin like I'm Kobe on the Lakers
She bad and might pretty but I think its time we break up
You don't got no personality
Just good with makeup
I don't wanna make a scene
So baby imma leave you with Celine
And a letter written to you from me
I gotta make it happen in this life
Cause in the next that shit ain't promised
I got people praying on me
Other people wanna see me fall and fail
But I got pressure in my pen
I'm putting pressure on the scale
I want them pointers triple ten
For Kwezzy writing in a cell
Man I can't wait to see him home
So we can give these pussies hell
I want a chain for every member
Big as fuck just like a bell
Baby I ain't tryna clean up all them messes
But I would if you would listen
I got a couple thoughts I been neglecting
Percocets they got my brain itchin'
Weed smoke made me out of touch with all my senses
All my brothers love me like I love em' unconditional
But we don't show it cause its money season
Only love the dough
I like to smoke two O's every six days like I'm the one that grows
But blowing through a bag of dope like that
Shit could have made me broke
Yeah my pocket fell apart
Cause it got burned through with a hot stick
Bro pick locks so good cause he was trained to be a locksmith
A black n mild a percocet and waters with my outfit
Though I quit it once and twice
I'm back around like its a hot bitch
Get a bnb for every weekend
Tryna get lit
Filter tips on blacks
But Mike he like em'
With a wood tip
Got addiction since fifteen
I'm tryna fuckin' dead it
The only reason I still stands
Cause I know where I'm headed
(Goin' up)
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Writer(s): Mikey Monkler
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