Lyrics:
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like
I'm out my sorrow, Kilimanjaro
Put it in the palm like Walt Whitman
Short flow with a tall rhythm
Got balls, so I ball with 'em, splish, all
so fresh on the clip
On the flo', do my dance like this
Don't get dash and flick
Fuck with us, you really get your ass hit
State playa, betta watch
deputes stacks
Half for me, got her realize
Only got two g's back, damn
I hate muthafuckin’ cops like Justin
Vowby and Richard Murphy
So I paid
only focused on my name
I walked around with bitterness in my veins
Took a pill and swallowed that just to wash away all the shame
Who to blame was
into his phone
Hated seeing him like this
So I walked up by his side
He slowly looked up toward me
With teardrops in his eyes
I have never seen such
if it's not
Baby tell me it's real
Losing everybody
Don't know how to feel
This type of a pain
Don't get fixed by them pills
I don't need your heart
call it a home
Oh friends don't feel like friends no more
Once upon a time, we were family
Fairy tales, they kept me company
We ran on lies, oh we ran
Come count your trophies and stack em high,
It's funny how reality can pass you by
Little girl want to be as pretty as she can and she lives by
mah soul, I been lost in your premises
I been caught up by my demons and mah nemesis
You know that feeling when you dosing just to try to sleep
Young
Friday I be grimy put the price back up
They slide by give me money then they lights back up
Where my man outside selling six for a 100
I'm in the crib
price to see
It’s a hard pill swallow will she be lovin me by tomorrow man our hearts filled with sorrow
I know you be tunin to the words that I say empty
“I’m trill wit mine not just the product
of neighborhood crime and well written rhymes
More defined by intelligent design
Dirty as hell most times
the closest one got to me
Just Show me that you by my side, I don't need you to die for me
Lie to me, cry to me, book a flight and fly with me
We scream bro
Pirellis on the wheel, models for the real
Come through our post, I stay in the hills
Bitches in the kitchen
Yeah they sorttin' pills
After she crush
high
On Mary
She's a pretty girl
And she just copes with
All of her pain
She sells her pills to get by
She does what she can
Its funny how we all have
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear,
at Tiffany
She want to eat all the fine dining
She wanna pull up in different wraiths
Shorty she just gold diggin
Ion love her, Ion trust her, Ion need her
lost
Cause everything that I gained is new, that's real talk
I used to be a zero. Christ is my hero
And He gave me one more shot just like a free throw
In the kitchen whippin' with'
The pots and pans
Choppa make a nigga do the runnin' man
I just want a Bentley and a hunnid bands
I wrap all the money
the pool
At a house in the hills
Can’t tell you why I’m not feeling
The way I should feel
My mood popping off like the lid on this
Bottle of pills
I’m losing
I'm all out of fucks to give
Please sedate me
Pop some pills, I can't sleep, just make it hasty
Close my eyes, you're all I see, I'm going crazy
No one
to the landfill
This disposable boy's had enough of swallowing life's bitter pill
I'm a disposable thing
Just at temporary fling Like a brand new toy
away from saying names
But this motherfucka, scammed me out of grand
Just so he can run to the streets and cop a couple xans
Take them pills out of your
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