8th At 8

I used to he a sober soul
But now I smoke a eighth at 8

I used to be a sober soul
But now I wake up
Smoke a eight at 8
Running from these demons in my head
But they won't go away
Running from the things that's in my past
They haunt me everyday
But I just want to make
A couple songs that blow
So I can say hooray
Tell my mama she ain't got to work
And she can rest okay
Tell my people
We ain't got to go to jail for clout
Now we got better ways
Bow my head and pray
I thank the father everyday
I got a chance at life
And I won't stop until I get paid

In my life I had to work for everything
Wasn't no hand outs
I wasn't a standout
But I'll bring the stands out
Never fake it for some clout
My soul
My soul can't take the dummy route
Through struggle we still moved about
In the hanger like this a war
But
I ain't

I ain't a gangster
But I keep a banger
Got to protect me and mines
These niggas snakes and they is dangerous
So I keep a wrench
In case I got to put his name on a fucking bench
I know I'm good
Mines wont snitch
Yours lame as fuck they gone backdoor you
For some clout or some cheese
They some rodents
What I'm smoking
Something potent
I'm not joking
Smoke no chocking
Smoke no coughing
Clime the ranks like it's a mountain
I got drip water fountain
She like it black but this not coffee
This is me
That's my dick
That she gawkin