Lyrics:
three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it
like the money a shortage
My soul aint no orphan
Drugs in my organ
Love on the moon teleporting
Rolling like Boogie but I can't Afford it
I feel like I
his mom and dad now that niggah a orphan
Drugs tweak my endorphins
Catch a op we torch him
Smoke on gas and floor it
I ball out ginobli send off
with orphans and widows
Of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of peoples normally humane
Of sending men home from the dark and bloody
me get a round of orphan tears on ice"
I only took one sip, and it's kickin' in
I said, "Hey, Wax, can you help me?" (nah)
"It's kinda funny
a beast
An illustration of what happened to you and me
I could've been uzi, you could've been my Brittany
I got parents, so I'm not feelin like an orphan
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let
Ballin in the trench with my orphans
Blocc life
Real deal
Hood stars
Book smart
Street smart
Baby I'm a rockstar
See I got you vibin' to the guitar
broke but wanting to go all in
I ain't slanging drugs I'm in my flat recording
Till 4 in the morning till 4 in the morning
I ain't a grime street orphan
Now the only reason I hustle is for you to avoid a struggle
So you don't have to walk these addict streets in drug puddles
Waters that we survive
to walk these addict streets in drug puddles
Waters that we survive by but exchange knuckles
When nigga's go to floss jealously in between a couple
Cats
through my veins
Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical
Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need
I'm gonna stop my whorin'
From endorphin
To the orphans of abortion
I was addicted to the challenge
I'm very simple
I'm very simple all this fear
Lil JD - Imagine
I’m self-made man can you imagine
Came from nothing like an orphan
all these bitches be dumb and pathetic
shut out to my baby
times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like four in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
Gon pop the pussy for the realist
Way too many drugs I can feel it
My team on the grind makin' millions
Poppin xans now I ain't gotta feelin
Can you
drugs hit endorphins
Bust a nut inside this bitch and leave that kid an orphan
Still, uninspired by drug empires and crooks
I've been sitting with lions, no, these the giants they book
In Dutch prisons, this ain't no drug
I'm I feeling Nauseous
Sell a bag and I became a caution
Drug dealer boy I been an orphan
Time starts when the time go
Police are back and they look yo
Weight Weight Weight Weight
Weight Weight Weight Weight
Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga
beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
could have given it up
What a waste. I ain’t no litter bug
The world don’t need more orphans
Too young too wild to support it
Too early to tell if it’s
the love of country
That's the shit they on
You so saucy sassy
Like, Post - IG baddie
Artsy crafty
Orphan annie
(Rap game)
Fenty on your panties
Sweet
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll never
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