I'm off that...Ecstasy
Bullshit not affecting me
I don't do the needles like the Beatles, I just "Let it Be"
Out in West Virginia and these niggas still ain't pressing me
I'm looking for a big-ol' bag of benzos and some necks to bleed
Dracula
Somewhere in a casket stuck
I'm posted off the potent I've been poaching in these pastures bruh
Most of these lil rappers would have rhymed that bar with acura
Pass the blunt and grab my strap in case this shit get drastic
(F*ck)
Riding in this fo'-door, solo-dolo
No I cannot do the photos, cause ya'll never catch my good side
Hangin' out the passenger, I feel just like I'm Suge Knight
Popping pills it's gon' be a good night
You just been in food fights
Nigga what you been bout', I been round that bullshit I came from the muh-f*ckin' News boy
I feel like I'm Schoolboy, I stay on my P's and my Q's
The f*ck you gon' do
I remember black-tops and bald fades
I remember early morning corn flakes
I remember '08, I remember '08
The last time a nigga really ever had his dome straight
(And)
If there was a problem it got dealt with
If we had some pain we never felt it
None of my niggas, were ever actin' selfish
F*ck I miss '08 when Rajon Rondo was a Celtic
I've befriended the wrong people
I've made songs with non-equals
Tweaking strong made me cerebral
But when I need you, it's obvious
My problems are many
Can't pay attention to spending
I'm too attentive to time spent
Wondering where my mind went
Yo spine done bent backwards to help me
But there a'int shit you could tell me
I feel my angst in formation as instrumentals start swelling
I'm telling you
(That my conditions aren't medical)
I put myself through it with these drugs on a pedestal
I shake when the bread is due
I'm late on the rent
And I'm so up in my head about the time that I spent
Up in my condo
My girl always wonder why I'm so f*cking obsessed with this nigga named Rondo
(Cause he was f*cking nice)
'08 was such a long time ago
I'm stuck in the past
But if I'm really being honest, that's where I feel safest
And I can't help when I crash, f*ck
I remember black-tops and bald fades
I remember early morning corn flakes
I remember '08, I remember '08
The last time a nigga really ever had his dome straight
(And)
If there was a problem it got dealt with
If we had some pain we never felt it
None of my niggas, were ever actin' selfish
F*ck I miss '08 when Rajon Rondo was a Celtic
I stay awake real late, I'm hoping you gon' catch my refrences
Stressing shit, extra shit, pop a pill forget the shit
Looking at yo neck I'm never looking at yo necklaces
Applying way more pressure than Trump pressing a Mexican
(F*ck that nigga)
Present-tense, it's always f*ck the president
Obama with the drone, I've got an F & N
Cooling at yo residence
Knock knock, let me in
Stepping with the Big 3 like I'm Rondo for the Celtics bitch
Sheesh