Taxi
Money on my mind from the drugs in my system
Better days are gone I hold my head to the pistol
Feddy's wanna @ me
PD finna catch me
Lurking in the backstreets
Played them like a fiddle
No bankroll yet
Bitch bet we talking minimum
Holding my hands to the sky
Death touching them
Breaking up another one
Hundred oz. rolled up
Running with $twelve
Going to blot out the sun
Making it out the slums
Fire beats turning up
Can't fuck with no scrubs
Don't need no friends
There's like seven of them in my head
Best of the best
If you fuck with us you blessed
Take off her dress
Making a mess
How I release my stress
Gimme the bong
Pack it again
Can I escape what's next?
Popped an addy with Savy
I can't help that she calls me daddy
Unknown don't even exist anymore
He just a fantasy
I'm in your minds eye
You look at me in ecstasy
When I speak
I put them into hypnosis
That's how it's always been
But when I spit bars
All the kids can see my scars
I hope they know
I can't go far
Shit sounds so hard
But all of the money and drugs are a farce
For the art
They watching me losing the will to go on
But I'm playing the part
I was making The End
Listening to The $tart
My rope is tied off and I'm ready to jump
At least when I die they might see my love
What do you mean?
We're more ghosts than people
You're a good son
Better days are gone I hold my head to the pistol
Feddy's wanna @ me
PD finna catch me
Lurking in the backstreets
Played them like a fiddle
No bankroll yet
Bitch bet we talking minimum
Holding my hands to the sky
Death touching them
Breaking up another one
Hundred oz. rolled up
Running with $twelve
Going to blot out the sun
Making it out the slums
Fire beats turning up
Can't fuck with no scrubs
Don't need no friends
There's like seven of them in my head
Best of the best
If you fuck with us you blessed
Take off her dress
Making a mess
How I release my stress
Gimme the bong
Pack it again
Can I escape what's next?
Popped an addy with Savy
I can't help that she calls me daddy
Unknown don't even exist anymore
He just a fantasy
I'm in your minds eye
You look at me in ecstasy
When I speak
I put them into hypnosis
That's how it's always been
But when I spit bars
All the kids can see my scars
I hope they know
I can't go far
Shit sounds so hard
But all of the money and drugs are a farce
For the art
They watching me losing the will to go on
But I'm playing the part
I was making The End
Listening to The $tart
My rope is tied off and I'm ready to jump
At least when I die they might see my love
What do you mean?
We're more ghosts than people
You're a good son
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Writer(s): Allen Perley
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