L.A.X

Surrounded by this nonsense
When we slide, we don't care about no consequence
When he died, I seen the life leave up out of him
I can't even cry no more, I ain't got no more tears to give

They gave my niggas bids, like we got all these damn years to give
I'ma put it in her ribs, Then I gotta catch a flight
If they don't got no Faygo in the store, I'm a cop a Sprite
Sometimes I just wanna let all this paper go to remember what it was like

Wasn't til I fuck 3 bitches in one night realized I'm livin' life
I told my bitch this what I chose I can't do nothin' else
She mad I be around all these hoes
I told her that I'm chosen

I see red like the DeRozan
Like Drake and Weezy, I see bread and I'm goin' in
He seen them niggas from the other side and got frozen
I'm like arabs, I see them niggas, I'm explodin

I ain't always have a bag, my clothes was holy
My niggas slidin' with them masks and sticks just like they some goalies
Some of my niggas ain't make the league, but they still be scorin
That bitch say I got a way with words, just like I'm Folarin

We ain't fuckin' no more basic bitches, everything foreign
I told Mal we need more hoes up in the spot, let some more in
I lost a lot of dawgs along the way, so I be pourin
I just had to say goodbye the other day, swear I can't take it

But that's just the way it is
I'ma keep it on me all the time, that's on my mama's kids
We was in that whip 3 hours for the lick, just patient
Don't know why when we ain't have it, we used to take it

Dodgin' all this shit, this ain't the matrix
But I'ma pop these pills, and let the pain in
I still went outside when it was rainin
I pay my mama bills and I ain't make it yet

Remember my cousin died, my auntie gave me Percocets
I'm just tryna live enjoy all these purchases
My neck and wrist, that's like a scholarship
I got all this knowledge, swear I could've been on doctor shit

But I'm screamin' fuck the Opposite
I ain't with the politics, but I need dead presidents
I really need some Actavis
Nigga pulled some sucker shit, now I gotta act on it

40 turn em acrobatic, we put 40 in that 4matic
We gon send the blitz but this ain't Madden
He gon' disappear like magic

I pray that God spare my soul
I pray that God spare my soul
Pray that God spare my soul



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Writer(s): Asim Ali
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