Be With Me (Amends & Anesthetics) [lll]

I be with my weapon everyday an Shit
Put that on my 7 that I can't jus Miss
So I up the 5 on em an jus' take That quick
Ain't no running from yo fate u Gone get hit w six
So sip on the
Sip on the cleanest lean
This the third time that my Weapon gone be with me
Hoping I see u at 3
O'clock
Right at the bus stop
With this dirty old chop
And I can't stop
And I can't stop

Rock out the body hit a
You coulda called me now u tryna Diss
That's a west side shawty fuck the Opposite
I'm on eastside shawty 7 in the clip

Came from the Brook i'll get ya Body took
Look in his eyes a Christian yea he Shook
Lucky that door close for it
Try keep it cool my mind already Ran

Why you tryna meet the team
No you can't line imma break you
From piece to piece knowing you
Think you a sneak
And it's all enough for me
But this time this shit is so done to Me
And no ain't no loving me
The shit that you do is so dumb to Me
Luckily you on the run ya see

I be with my weapon everyday an Shit
Seventy Five shots an not a damn One missed
I was rolling up sum
In the eight in shit
So they gone hate this shit
Like what I'm oh seven I been the shit
Just know when I see you you finna Lift
I'm tired they thinking they finna six
And you know that the gone die For The diss
I black a Blitz
And the body in piss cross it off The list
And you think that you ran but Your time is thin
Man to keep it I gotta win

So sip on the
Sip on the clean for me
This the third time that my Weapon gone be with me
Knowing i'll see you at three
Again
And i'll catch you and friends
And it won't end
And it won't end

I be with my weapon everyday an Shit
Put that on my seven that I can't just Miss
So I up the five on em an jus' take That quick
Ain't no running from ya fate

Ain't no running from ya fate
That's either way
Chillin off the drank
Won't sip no green
And moving at this rate
Might crash today
But won't do it for no rank
I put in pain
So sip on the
Sip on the cleanest lean
Knowing this time that my Weapon delete ya bean
Know what you mean to me
Or meant
Now you gone die in the end
You sorry no time to pretend
When I flock thirty shots at ya head

Like I need you dead it ain't your Love I want
They think that I miss it nah I Need you gone
Lost my mind i'm tired of the same Damn songs
Can't let this pain go on
So I just play along
I need you out my head
I need you on that flo
Only thing to do is poke it
Make the soul so cold
Couple extra shells just to make The Painting mold
Like shit you got a hold
I think you got a hold on me