A mentally contorting masochist
Said your flavor don't match the jit
I don't give a fuck
About your itty-bitty life hoe
I could take a knife to your throat
And give you lipo
Take this for example
I'm the best you ever seen
Spitting on your jeans
Fuck your confusion on my music
Bitch you knowin' what I mean
What I mean
What I'm meant to do
Was depending on Tapentadol
So I could barely remember you
Jumping over fences fools
Focused on the paper
Had no care for what our friends would do
After school
Smokin' on that goody goody
Hoodies on, eyes low
Me and Zoot inside the tank
Found self inside the cosmos
Was so high had to let 'em hate and meditate and drive slow
If anyone had said anything to us tell em' die slow
Would shut they pie hole
Yeah
Runnin' from the five - oh
The po-po nigga-cycle
Make a nigga dance like Michael
Shoot yo shot, but don't run dawg
They a kill a bitch like me for nothing
Nigga like me for nothing
They could have been something
We could have been bumpin'
All together, we so separated
It's a disgrace
Hope my mind can let up off this topic
Grab a Mistake, put it front my face
And gimme space so I could cry
Let my niggas know that I could hold 'em for little while
All emotions is allowed
Cant hold it in, then it out
It's a grasp that they got on us, and nobody knowin' how i'm
Runnin' from the five - oh
The po-po nigga-cycle
Make a nigga dance like Michael
Shoot yo shot, but don't run dawg
Runnin' from the five - oh
The po-po nigga-cycle
Make a nigga dance like Michael
Shoot yo shot, but don't run dawg