Ay, blue bans, in my pants, stacking up, bitch wattup
3 xans couldn't hold me down the night
3-D lens, how these demons come to life
3 AM, still thinking shit to write
Need these ends, I don't need no more advice
What is right, I don't know but I know what Satan like, on my life
I'mma die, with a mil to leave behind
Oh my God, out my mind, bitch I really see the signs
Brain designed to be f*cked up as shit
And I'm popping all these sticks
Ay, I got these oppas on my dick
I just love the high more than the f*cking racks
And I think I hate this life more by the f*cking minute
And this trapping getting boring, need a lick, want the chicken
With my brother, bitch we hit the lick quick then we split it
Then it's back to the trap, stack cash, resume mission
If I f*cking fall flat, I'll flip packs for a living
Skipping class, doing math but I'm counting up this benjis, bitch I got my ma tripping
Ay bitch, I ain't sick but I'm off the meds
Bear traps on the ground for my every step
Tryna quit the Xan for the perocets
They saying that I'm damned, but f*ck that shit
Ay bitch, I ain't sick but I'm off the meds
Bear traps on the ground for my every step
Tryna quit the Xan for the perocets
They saying that I'm damned, but f*ck that shit