Laziest Rapper Alive

I ain't droppin' no albums I ain't droppin' no mixtapes People tryna get shit from me They can see how my dick tastes People tryna get shit for free I been tryna get this straight That I ain't fuckin' with nobody I don't care about his mates I been riding around on my woes Out on the town sippin' crown, gettin' dosed Down for the south I been down for the coast I be down for the count 'fore I crown on my bros I've been down in this rum, bound to be close to my death I been wondering, how will it come? I ain't slept in a week in my mouth is a gun I'm ashamed of myself, but I'm proud of my son So I can't do it, I can't do it Brain numb to know what my heart doing Everytime I think about it, I fill up a glass to it Ask for it, takin' pills I thought I could master it But I can't, so I just abuse 'em Back to vac-packing sacks for these cats to move 'em Back to crack flaks with the jacks pursuin' Now change the subject, you red-hot cunt Listen to Future and think of my past Used to this bullshit, I drink up a glass Before I was born was a victim of drugs Now a victim of lizards that slither in grass I'm addicted to bitches who rip out my heart Sick of the pressure from spittin' these bars Sick of depression I live in a mask I been givin' it up, man, this shit is too hard I ain't droppin' no albums I ain't droppin' no mixtapes People tryna get shit from me They can see how my dick tastes People tryna get shit for free I been tryna get this straight That I ain't fuckin' with nobody I don't care about his mates I ain't droppin' no albums But I been droppin' all these bricks lately We been goin' through withdrawals together Tried to help us out, but now the bitch hate me Feelin' like I dropped the ball, I call my Son up every day, but she been piss-taking She got lawyers takin' piss from me Thought she loved me, I was mistaken Now I'm back on the block and finessing the rent money Play boy the pussy your bitch she my bed buddy I got the bud, so that bitch got the head for me Over the stress and the ex she be dead to me But this shit's killing me on the inside I can't get away from these demons Who gonna answer the phone when I'm locked up this time? Shit's got me waking up screaming Cut veins though I hate to do this Losing my brain and my faith in music Too many haters don't rate the new shit The Youtube views don't make it true shit I ain't droppin' no albums No mixtapes, homie, I don't do shit If you tryna get some shit from me I told you this that I don't fuck with you, shit