I ain't droppin' no albums
I ain't droppin' no mixtapes
People tryna get shit from me
They can see how my dick tastes
People tryna get shit for free
I been tryna get this straight
That I ain't fuckin' with nobody
I don't care about his mates
I been riding around on my woes
Out on the town sippin' crown, gettin' dosed
Down for the south I been down for the coast
I be down for the count 'fore I crown on my bros
I've been down in this rum, bound to be close to my death
I been wondering, how will it come?
I ain't slept in a week in my mouth is a gun
I'm ashamed of myself, but I'm proud of my son
So I can't do it, I can't do it
Brain numb to know what my heart doing
Everytime I think about it, I fill up a glass to it
Ask for it, takin' pills I thought I could master it
But I can't, so I just abuse 'em
Back to vac-packing sacks for these cats to move 'em
Back to crack flaks with the jacks pursuin'
Now change the subject, you red-hot cunt
Listen to Future and think of my past
Used to this bullshit, I drink up a glass
Before I was born was a victim of drugs
Now a victim of lizards that slither in grass
I'm addicted to bitches who rip out my heart
Sick of the pressure from spittin' these bars
Sick of depression I live in a mask
I been givin' it up, man, this shit is too hard
I ain't droppin' no albums
I ain't droppin' no mixtapes
People tryna get shit from me
They can see how my dick tastes
People tryna get shit for free
I been tryna get this straight
That I ain't fuckin' with nobody
I don't care about his mates
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I ain't droppin' no albums
But I been droppin' all these bricks lately
We been goin' through withdrawals together
Tried to help us out, but now the bitch hate me
Feelin' like I dropped the ball, I call my
Son up every day, but she been piss-taking
She got lawyers takin' piss from me
Thought she loved me, I was mistaken
Now I'm back on the block and finessing the rent money
Play boy the pussy your bitch she my bed buddy
I got the bud, so that bitch got the head for me
Over the stress and the ex she be dead to me
But this shit's killing me on the inside
I can't get away from these demons
Who gonna answer the phone when I'm locked up this time?
Shit's got me waking up screaming
Cut veins though I hate to do this
Losing my brain and my faith in music
Too many haters don't rate the new shit
The Youtube views don't make it true shit
I ain't droppin' no albums
No mixtapes, homie, I don't do shit
If you tryna get some shit from me
I told you this that I don't fuck with you, shit