Terror Reid - Dis Substance Lyrics

I been gone off alcohol can't get to the bottom of this jug
I hit my plug come and get me out this hole I dug
Hangs up, I shrug
Seem like nobody got the time for me
No time for Reid, swallow up my platinum pride and bleed
Memorizing lines to leave the house, can't get out the couch
Addys out the pouch acting like they help an ounce
I'm chasing, I'm racing, won't make it, I'm faded
I face it, forsaken can't take it no more
I check the top drawer thats where the powder go
Hit up my old hoe, but I burned that bridge long time ago
Know I'm the shit, but right now I ain't shit
So I sniff and hit the studio but I can't write shit
Where the f*ck I'm supposed to look
Ain't know how much I took
No answers in these books
Living the life of a cold crook
That's what I get right, isn't that what you said
Back to the loop, my own demise living in my head
And just like me, this substance better known to kill
But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real
Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville
Can't walk the line or hold still
That's another pill
And just like me, this substance better known to kill
But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real
Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville
Can't walk the line or hold still
That's another pill
I said I won't regret no shit I ever did, that's definite
Ain't heaven sent and its evident
Is hard to walk away with a dick this big
Dirty thirty I'm standing sturdy
Hoes on my nuts and they dirty
I always worry, dip in a hurry
Got to boss it up got to use my fury
Got shit you don't, f*ckin with shit you wont
Never home these hoes be going prone
They hitting my phone like, why you so alone
I been round that block quite a few times
Still picking that lock, got to get my mind in tact
Look at the facts, and pickup the slack
Cause f*ck your relations, ain't complicated
I try to fit in but I ain't got the patience
I think I'm a sadist, don't want to be famous
I just want to stack up my Gualla and tell them I made it
F*ck what I want right
Ima stay killing it on sight
Told them it won't be a long fight
Boy I could do this shit all night
And I will keep it sealed
Daz my bitch, y'all know da deal
Got ten toes down in a game for real
Growing up like grass with the mass appeal
Flak jack in a mask giving caps a peel
Matte black Cadillac and a pack of pills and a bag of skills
Try to match, get skinned alive
Can't stop me now, this game is mine
And just like me, this substance better known to kill
But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real
Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville
Can't walk the line or hold still
Thats another pill