Keep Your Enemies Far Enough To Fit the Pistol In Between

Fuck my life
Fuck these drugs
I think I'm losing myself, it's not enough
When I wake up, I hit the plug
Lately I've been smoking way too much
What do I do?
I need to get paid
Sitting in the studio while the bass bang
I'm a Great Dane to you Chihuahuas,
My aim is don't miss, spin, then hit the throttle

Not famous yet but missed in Raleigh
No gang in it but the clique will squalor
Smokin on haze kush and wedding cake dabs
Homie keeps it on the low for a slab
Some of y'all don't wanna see me win, with the certainty
And some of y'all just wanna see me win to say I told you see
Some like it hot, and I come in with the 3rd degree
Come see me at the top with a grin behind the curtain



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Arnold
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