Lyrics:
better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, I'ma take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback
like, "not mush thanks"
Now we fell both in love
What a happy ending!
She wanted acid
So I put it on her tab
Take off my glasses
Now I'm winding up a dab
i’m on parole
Want a 100 racks in cash but a milli is the goal
I got niggas in the hole, I got bitches on the pole
Got a bitch with hella ass I like it
it won't be today
I got too many tabs open
Too many tabs open
I got too many tabs open
In my mind
My brain is overrun with bright and shiny things
"Yeah, I did say that; didn't I?
Let's forget about that")
Yeah
I lost it up in my system
I think I got a little twisted
And if I find it our the Matrix
it simple my friend
Tell me straight my friend
Why is it that you hate
Everything that I create
I'm a square peg in a round hole
Can't be rounded,
the 80's
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga?
Bunche Park hot, it's a block full
And these clothes ain't got a tag
Shop at Goodwill - not at Saks
And that girl she want my tongue
But I pop two-colored tabs
I heard it's not where you been
We the realest yeah
I invented that
I got rich not over night walk in the bar and spend a tab
Yeah
Pick a outfit out my closet
Sharp as fifty nails
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
the 80's
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga?
Bunche Park hot, it's a block full
Dash out
Tabs in hand
A spastic man
The acid rams into my conscious thought
The interaction is avid with absolute truths vanishing
Encapsulating
Plugged sixteen shells from
A thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky and I spent all my buttons
On an old pack mule and I
I'm a big excavator
No matter what the job I'll get it done
With my big bucket and my big hand
I got a big bucket and a big hand
I'm a big excavator
never rap
That lost packs but tripled up when they got it back
Said fuck a 9-5 they put in work all trap
My shooters curry they ain't missing
When they
come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell; I really regret it
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit
How can a man like me
Be
what's the tab, what's the tab on it?
I had to gamble for this life and put my last on it
Paparazzi taking pics, I got a Mac on me
Paparazzi snapping
my family, fuck friends.
Never been disgusted, but I just like love it,
Wit my streetsweeper, put hoes in your bucket.
Man, I just say fuck it
now I'm breezing
Trainspotting I got babies on my ceiling
I'm steady plotting now I'm copping cause I'm eating
Remember when they wouldn't let me in
Got an elusive disposition
You would never know
How I feel 'cause I got no one to talk it out
Trapped in my head
Hanging by a thread
I'm so f- messed up
Darkside my omen fox 5 like opp land
Glocks cry, then it's no man
When you come, where you rollin'
Left pocket got a 4-10
In the middle of two gutter niggas
Grey goose gin and juice and a couple of blunts
Getting smashed off the jack I'm a do what I want
By the way I do it I'm a be confused for a month
oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
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