Spitting it so fluently
Don't know what you do to me
My drug habit suing me
While 5-0 accusing me
Nothing really new to me
Wake up to another day
Get it how we live so that money never coming late
Go ahead scrape the plate
Sipping on some gatorade
But money is my food now them guns out in microwave
R.I.P. chilling where i lay
Tryna find a better way
Oxy in my bag sure glad to take that pain away