Poppin percocets
I feel myself fly away
3 bro a ounce
We sip go outta
Space
Times get hard
Im feelin lonesome
Bro itchin clutchin
The pole
Waiting to blow
I aint trip about the niggas
I just went and got my bag up
Aint trippin bout no bitches
Keep a few
I gotta back up
She hate me with the gang
Say i love to act up
Talking out his neck
Till they push up
He had his flag tucked
Say we making noise
Now they feel me
Definition of truth
Im showing niggas the real me
Feel me givin up
Think about how it could be
Failure to my losses
Thinkin bout how it built me
Thats my boo thang
Take her round the city
Show her how a nigga do thangs
Ask her how she ride it
I said lambo
She said mulsane
People saying
Im different
Got me feelin
Like 2 chains
I was knockin foreigns
17 I pulled a range thru
Ask you for a favor
Until this day you never came thru
Thinkin shit its all for the money
Niggas a flame you
Thinkin nothin last its sunny
Cuz its gone rain too
Times get hard
Watch my days go by
Reminiscing my brother
Told me he tired of being
Tired
Aint no worker
Im the boss
I do the firin
Ont get fired
Peepin game
I can tell it in yo eyes
Put trust in nothing
Nada but the process
Fw my migos
No quavo
He got a offset
The draco
Like a cannon
Make it stop
Then push yo heart back
Zombin off a 4
We poppin seals
Like its some moet