Disappear (feat. Caskey)

You know I used to do some shit that I regret Smoke a little weed just so I can forget You know I spent a lifetime in a prison that I call my mind If you're not talkin' money, you're wasting time Reality is gettin' distant, can't defer to what is real All the things I use in letters doesn't have the same appeal All I do is work, but I'm scrounging for another meal Soon as I'ma make it, I'ma disappear Okay, disappear Could've been pimp because I'm too trill Homie thought that it was the zoo, hit him with blue steel Way before rappin' on reels, I used to move pills Police tappin' into my line, so I can't say if I do still If I'ma move, it's for a few mil Finger-fuckin' on the Blue Hunnids, it's not a new feel If you don't put on for yourself, no tellin' who will Twenty-three was ballin' like Michael Jordan and Lou Will Myself over everything, feel like Moe feel I came up out the dirty south that wasn't mobile Shoot out in the parking lot with my left hand My right hand hold the Henny and I don't spill Roadrunnin', get in my way, turn you to roadkill Show me what's inside the suitcase, boy, it's no deal They told me that the journey rough, but I rode still They tried to give me the thorns, but I roll still Grippin' on my destiny, I told her, hold still Me without the money, givin' me withdrawals, it was cold chills Money on the line like the phone bill Broke people always tryna chill, so I don't chill You know I used to do some shit that I regret Smoke a little weed just so I can forget You know I spent a lifetime in a prison that I call my mind If you're not talkin' money, you're wasting time Reality is gettin' distant, can't defer to what is real All the things I used to love, it doesn't have the same appeal All I do is work, but I'm scrounging for another meal Soon as I'ma make it, I'ma disappear Cause I'm from the 419 Twenty-three, Buffalo, Micah Hyde Cherry Street to North County Line I'ma take it to the house this time Cause I'm from the 419 Twenty-three, Buffalo, Micah Hyde Cherry Street to North County Line I'ma take it to the house this time From Fremont to Buckley, from Lytle to Vine To Poplar to Maine, the place I call mine From Tiffin to Findlay, Toledo I ride We gon' take it to the house this time You know I used to do some shit that I regret Smoke a little weed just so I can forget You know I spent a lifetime in a prison that I call my mind If you're not talkin' money, you're wasting time Reality is gettin' distant, can't defer to what is real All the things I used to love, it doesn't have the same appeal All I do is work, but I'm scrounging for another meal Soon as I'ma make it, I'ma disappear