Options (feat. ReMark)

Sippin' on lean I fill up the tank Laughin' so much on my way to the bank Numbin' the pain with the codeine and drank I never gave a fuck about a thing Drugs turn me savage, made me a monster Pull up in a Benz bitch I pull up in a Tucker I'm so addicted I cannot go stop it Run out of drugs I'm runnin out of options Perc 45 with the JR's Spray your lil' block with the AR's Gettin' too high you can't keep up I'm so high I saw Jesus All of these fuckers wanna be us All of these fuckers tryna copy us New foreign car with the angel dust I'm still stuck in a maze I know that it comes with a risk Call the plug, he don't miss Roll a blunt and take a hit Smokin' on OG and takin' these dabs Smiling and taking how I lived in the past Pourin up my pain in the glass I'm in the space, I'm in trance I'm so high I can't land Give a fuck about your mens Shit is fucking up my plans Shit is messin' with my liver Shit is messin' with my livin' I cannot breathe I just jitter Anxiety make me jitter Hope this ain't my last breath Gotta watch out for the drugs, same how I watch for the feds What's next I guess countin' up checks X, leaves me perplexed Like breezy no mess This shit ain't easy, no way Hope we gon' be okay Codeine with rose' Double G with no spades You left a gap with no space yeah I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't see I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't see Sippin' on lean I fill up the tank Laughin' so much on my way to the bank Numbin' the pain with the codeine and drank I never gave a fuck about a thing Drugs turn me savage, made me a monster Pull up in a Benz bitch I pull up in a Tucker I'm so addicted I cannot go stop it Run out of drugs I'm runnin out of options Perc 45 with the JR's Spray your lil' block with the AR Gettin' too high you can't keep up I'm so high I saw Jesus Hey, hold' up Bitch we gon' roll up Takin' too much I might throw up Give a fuck about your glow up Blow up That's what we gon' do You couldn't guess what I go through, makin' these bands I'm in France with the .42 How I rap it, shit's so smooth Boutta flex on your whole crew Yeah your squad, is a no crew Sippin' lean, sippin' on screw Smokin' weed, in the hotel room I be so high like I'm on the moon She wants to smoke weed, just come through Pull up on me She wanna the smoke weed, just come through Pull up on me ReMark