take it wit a grain of fentanyl
(I'm gon need my smoke)
(I ain't getting low)
(Need a fucking pound)
(For the personal)
(I ain't been asleep)
(Been a fucking week)
(Why you cracking smiles)
(Shit ain't really fucking sweet)
Copped a new whip, mane that shit 40 bands
Fuck bout the credit, I bought it in cash
Marketing major, I divvy the bands
Fuck bout a label, don't want no advance
Don't got no plan, boy just a rapper, never gon matter
Stacking that bread but you spend that shit faster
Bout to be broke but at least you went platinum, bitch
Don't even, don't even play
You been on pause and your life been a waste
Permanent stay, purgatory
Your story so boring, ignore it, can't stay awake
In the sewer, where I'm cooling
I like the cold, the wet, the humid
Get to moving off the movement, shoot the crowd
Ain't nothing, fucking barely human
I got this hoe and she ready go die
Get that lobotomy straight to your eye
Don't look my way mane, this trap ain't a crime
Need bout a rack if you want me to slide
Ain't got no time, talking to me
Boy I been blind, never gon see
Whatchu been doing cause I
Been improving, I ain't even human
I hit my jig in her pink, aye (What?)
Feel like Jigsaw, this piece on my waist
Underneath with a dick on my heater
I don't need her
But I keep that bitch around
For my laundry and her beaver
(I'm gon what?)
(I ain't getting low)
(Need a fucking pound)
(For the personal)
(I ain't been asleep)
(Been a fucking week)
(Why you cracking smiles)
(Shit ain't really fucking sweet)
Copped a new whip, mane that shit 40 bands
Fuck bout the credit, I bought it in cash
Marketing major, I divvy the bands
Fuck bout a label, don't want no advance
Don't got no plan, boy just a rapper, never gon matter
Stacking that bread but you spend that shit faster
Bout to be broke but at least you went platinum, bitch
Don't even, don't even play
You been on pause and your life been a waste
Permanent stay, purgatory
Your story so boring, ignore it, can't stay awake
In the sewer, where I'm cooling
I like the cold, the wet, the humid
Get to moving off the movement, shoot the crowd
Ain't nothing, fucking barely human
I got this hoe and she ready go die
Get that lobotomy straight to your eye
Don't look my way mane, this trap ain't a crime
Need bout a rack if you want me to slide
Ain't got no time, talking to me
Boy I been blind, never gon see
Whatchu been doing cause I
Been improving, I ain't even human
I hit my jig in her pink, aye (What?)
Feel like Jigsaw, this piece on my waist
Underneath with a dick on my heater
I don't need her
But I keep that bitch around
For my laundry and her beaver
(I'm gon what?)
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