3x Inna Month

Wake up couching blood, its like 3 times inna month Aye Aye bitch I wake up coughing blood, it's like three times inna month Smoked one too many woods, but ion get high smoking blunts So I'm fucked up drinking hen today Ain dropping my pin today And you can see it in his face, that boy 'ont wanna pretend today And I ain trynna kick it with em Distance myself far away I felt like Derez,I couldn't sell it I took the harder way Man Guilford took my heart away Lil folks had gave my car away I fought with depression I ain win you see my scars today I'm labeled as a threat and that's why I can't get a job But I can swipe just with my face I got the will and skill to rob if I go broke Brody had got killed, I felt a thrill holding that pole Ask me if they will or if they won't, shit ion know I be so caught up on the past I got my eyes glued to the mirror With my right foot on the gas I keep the left foot in they ass Kill the snake that's in my grass His brother died and I was glad Bitch I ain make it back from class cause I got booked Raquan used to sneak and get me high and now I'm hooked onnit Running through the south, shit I can sit down write a book onnit How you send a rookie on a drill Should've put ah crook onnit I'm the typa nigga honor it if I had shook onnit Bitches wanna cuddle , I'm trynna huddle figure out the play I came out the struggle, I got muscle, I got time today I walked through the rain, stepped over puddles in my Micheal J's I know what I want and Im'a get it watch I find a way I just talked to TIP, my boy did 5, he still alive and well Told em I'm father, my life different, he said mine as well He said boy you should've finished school, shit, I wasn't trynna fail I ain tell him I dropped out to rap, my nigga time will tell I just took a thousand milligrams bitch I can't feel my face Ion een call the lawyer, I just sit back, he gone kill the case I had kicked my nigga out he kitchen, he tried to steal the cake Niggas think I'm slipping, ok cool, who wan get killed today Bro nem tried line me I ain stupid, they won't talk about it I already knew what it was bout, something felt off about it You can ask my momma, I keep 30, I won't walk without it I rather get caught with it again fo I get caught without it Say it every song Ion wan talk, don't hit my phone up I might take a flight to go see Mussie now she grown up Ion never vent cause when they lose that shit get thrown up And bitch bout my respect it's fuck the world it can get blown up Yeah And I ain waiting on nobody to come save me nigga I been posted up in them partments onna daily nigga What I look like crying bout these losses this shit made me nigga Yeah Somebody tell CoCo call Jaya for me And fuck all yall bitch ass niggas that switched up and bitched up when the heat was on nigga And fuck the shoes nigga, when I catch you, you better hope yo feet is on nigga yeah Just know whatever I did once, I can do again nigga I been hitting the yo like back to back man, I been getting it in nigga