Letras
Don't play God
Cause you not like that
Got a hole through my heart
Couple knives in my back
So fucked up I can't even type back
I'm so high
I hope I don't crash
Time don't lie
Numb the pain with the cash
100 Through the night
Lights low moving fast
50 On my hip
Talk shit I let it spaz
25 To the plug
For an eighth straight gas
Bring blades
Any day
If we got an issue
Old hoes
Really lame
No I do not miss you
Same thing
Every day
I can not continue
The same old shit
Man I hate this shit
I might crash this whip
Imma crash this whip
I might take a tab
Take a shitty fucking trip
Take a knife to my throat
Kill myself for my clique
Shit I might die young but at least it was quick
Don't Play God
So fucked up I can't even type back
I'm so high
I hope I don't crash
Don't Play God
I might die young but at least it was quick
Don't play God
Cause you not like that
Got a hole through my heart
Couple knives in my back
So fucked up I can't even type back
I'm so high
I hope I don't crash
Writer(s): Dead $inners
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