Abstract
Yeah, ayy, okay, like
Used to complain I ain't get my credit, I passed all the opps ought to catch me
Second, it's not even mentioned, how we pushin' them grains and they not even steppin'
I'm on they head, and you broke, not to mention, okay, like, forget it
My tool - Danny Glover, I tote lethal weapons
Break it down as I speak and it felt like a reference
Keep it 2 when I creep cause (?)
(?) outta my neck
Paranoid, I don't know what's next
Keep em away from me I'm stressed
On my chest chain (?) danc
Now my manager want me to pop
Only thing that I pop is a pill
Let's be honest, I sing of the real
In a (seater?) I sleep with the demons
Oh I sleep with the TVs on
There's a demon on the rise, perc fiendin'
Countin' milligrams out of my reason
I was lost in the dark, can't see me
I was left out to starve with the leeches
But I hook up the block and I'm cheesin'
Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin'
Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin'
I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' extra
Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefé
Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an insence
Better yet I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back
I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' extra
Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefé
Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an insence
Better yet I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back
Used to complain I ain't get my credit, I passed all the opps ought to catch me
Second, it's not even mentioned, how we pushin' them grains and they not even steppin'
I'm on they head, and you broke, not to mention, okay, like, forget it
My tool - Danny Glover, I tote lethal weapons
Break it down as I speak and it felt like a reference
Keep it 2 when I creep cause (?)
(?) outta my neck
Paranoid, I don't know what's next
Keep em away from me I'm stressed
On my chest chain (?) danc
Now my manager want me to pop
Only thing that I pop is a pill
Let's be honest, I sing of the real
In a (seater?) I sleep with the demons
Oh I sleep with the TVs on
There's a demon on the rise, perc fiendin'
Countin' milligrams out of my reason
I was lost in the dark, can't see me
I was left out to starve with the leeches
But I hook up the block and I'm cheesin'
Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin'
Fingerfuckin' the Glock, got me tweakin'
I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' extra
Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefé
Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an insence
Better yet I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back
I just poured a 6th of the wock, now my bottle lookin' extra
Redbone, I break her like a twig, just call her Jefé
Dead wrong, he don't want smoke, we blew that like an insence
Better yet I'm Michael Myers, stab that thot right from the back
Credits
Writer(s): Wifisfuneral
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