OPIOID
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Nightmare in Act 2
I'm lucid dreaming while I'm heavy breathing from the tree that I flew out from Illinois
Hiding from my demons if I see you scheming, it's whatever, it's up yeah it's open noise
Antisocial, most niggas I do avoid
Called my brother, he broke and he unemployed
And I tossed him the blunt, he said he cannot feel it
I think the buddy's off an opioid
Bitch, you can't give me brain cause it's washed
When she leave, have her say, oh my gosh
Tell her, give it a rest, yeah, her brothers won't step, but you treat them like they Drake & Josh
Say he's selling, but what is the cost
I cannot see me taking no losses
Simple synopsis, bitch no responses
Ran a train on that bitch, it's a moshpit
I cannot leave my room, it's my cockpit
I can't let no one else up inside
Cannot kick it this not Cobra Kai
In a minute, just give me some time
You don't know nothing about me
Pussy ass nigga
I was in the streets selling crack
And I notice these niggas are phonies
They on board like Tony, I'm hoping they change
My homie, they told me they thought they ain't know me
I'm lonely, but that's how I cope with the pain
I wanna be stony, but rocks in Wyoming
I don't intervene, man I don't entertain
Don't think I can handle the money and fame
And RIP Kobe, that shit's still insane
I walk through the silent hall, sleeping on Tylenol
I check the green that I gained in a month
They said I can't cut it off, I'm a neanderthal
Just call me Pusha, I'm calling all bluffs
Can't stand by y'all niggas, y'all cannot get near
A handful of niggas is corny and weird
I'm close to abandon, y'all can't understand it all
I can do cannonballs, all in my tears
I cannot speak on this shit, y'all casually
Actually, thug it all out like a boss
Some niggas, they begging for money on IG
Like, where was y'all at, boy Y'all must've got lost
Y'all niggas are not really in my surroundings
If you not beside me, then hold the applause
I'm closer to saying in, just like an atheist
I'm not the one I should switch on the cross
Starting right now, I'm not taking no breaks
Up in my Chevrolet, get the fuck out the way
Like a fat bitch that tucked in her belly on dates
Yeah I'm hiding my weight, I'm impatient today
Y'all keep spending on bae like that shit's still okay
Prada, Balenciaga on the way
Now y'all ask me if I plan on copping
I say I ain't buying that eighth, if that shit doesn't stank
Nigga
Eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Nightmare in Act 2
I'm lucid dreaming while I'm heavy breathing from the tree that I flew out from Illinois
Hiding from my demons if I see you scheming, it's whatever, it's up yeah it's open noise
Antisocial, most niggas I do avoid
Called my brother, he broke and he unemployed
And I tossed him the blunt, he said he cannot feel it
I think the buddy's off an opioid
Bitch, you can't give me brain cause it's washed
When she leave, have her say, oh my gosh
Tell her, give it a rest, yeah, her brothers won't step, but you treat them like they Drake & Josh
Say he's selling, but what is the cost
I cannot see me taking no losses
Simple synopsis, bitch no responses
Ran a train on that bitch, it's a moshpit
I cannot leave my room, it's my cockpit
I can't let no one else up inside
Cannot kick it this not Cobra Kai
In a minute, just give me some time
You don't know nothing about me
Pussy ass nigga
I was in the streets selling crack
And I notice these niggas are phonies
They on board like Tony, I'm hoping they change
My homie, they told me they thought they ain't know me
I'm lonely, but that's how I cope with the pain
I wanna be stony, but rocks in Wyoming
I don't intervene, man I don't entertain
Don't think I can handle the money and fame
And RIP Kobe, that shit's still insane
I walk through the silent hall, sleeping on Tylenol
I check the green that I gained in a month
They said I can't cut it off, I'm a neanderthal
Just call me Pusha, I'm calling all bluffs
Can't stand by y'all niggas, y'all cannot get near
A handful of niggas is corny and weird
I'm close to abandon, y'all can't understand it all
I can do cannonballs, all in my tears
I cannot speak on this shit, y'all casually
Actually, thug it all out like a boss
Some niggas, they begging for money on IG
Like, where was y'all at, boy Y'all must've got lost
Y'all niggas are not really in my surroundings
If you not beside me, then hold the applause
I'm closer to saying in, just like an atheist
I'm not the one I should switch on the cross
Starting right now, I'm not taking no breaks
Up in my Chevrolet, get the fuck out the way
Like a fat bitch that tucked in her belly on dates
Yeah I'm hiding my weight, I'm impatient today
Y'all keep spending on bae like that shit's still okay
Prada, Balenciaga on the way
Now y'all ask me if I plan on copping
I say I ain't buying that eighth, if that shit doesn't stank
Nigga
Eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh
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Writer(s): Capel Williamson
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