Got some bad habbits don't think ima stop
Don't wanna feel that low
PTSD mind racing sipin lean to help me slow
My brodie gone im finna crash out man this shit getting old
Too much RX and depression I can't feel no more
Bitch we ridin wit bangers
Now this shit getting dangerous
Tryna see his Brain's hangin
Nigga f*ck what you sayin
Put bag on his I'll max out
Crazy nigga yeah I grew up In a mad house
Hit the pre started squeaking like a damn mouse
Just speak on his name I'll crash out
Most my niggas in the grown or locked behind a f*cking
I'm a crash dummy cause for my niggas bitch I'm raisin hell
Got the addy just 1 call to send em like some f*cking mail
Niggas on the gram flexing poles like it's show and tell