Ill, never look at life the same
I'm hittin numbers, gettin paid
Catch me walking down the ave
You talking filthy, hit his face
I aint worried, dodge the case
See the bodies, but no face
In the lobby on the trolly, if they ask I-
I grab the radar, beam
No I do not feel guilty, please
Like, what the fuck you think I mean?
Im knocking all these bottles in my system, blow a ounce of weed
We smoke untill my mind turn green and
I cant stop the violence in my mental
Aint no rest for me, im wicked bitch no venting
Pistol whip you in the wrist and rip yo hands off, leave you limpin
With no pot to piss in, listen, this aint what you wanted, fuck em
Grab the bag and leave em fussing
If its a problem im bussing 5.56 if I got time
Im problematic, cause concussions, roll!
Blunts and burn my mind to coal!
Faded at the function, if I wasnt then I wouldnt go, oh so
Ill, never look at life the same
I'm hittin numbers, gettin paid
Catch me walking down the ave
You talking filthy, hit his face
I aint worried, dodge the case
You see the bodies, but no face
In the lobby on the trolly, if they ask im m.I-
Asphalt pretty, the wheels brand new on the z350
The homies get giddy in whip, smoke with me
The ounces of thc, I got no enemies, all of my friends with me?
No!
Bitches fucking with my poles, I put to much inside the scopes!
Sippin henny with the family when I go im gonna
Boast on these mother fuckers hating
Oh my god they all they broke
What he saying leave him laying in the road till he turn ghost
I know he fold
He dodging fate
I know im cold
Least im not fake
You cant erase
You cant erase
You cant erase me
You cant e-