Lights Out

I will catch you slippin' Lights out Stars go missin' Comin' at me sideways How we do it? My way I'm still livinn' with my pops The fuck u gonna say? Rolinn' doja, left the homie with the motive On the corner Came fron nothin' Smoking the marijuana, raw the stoner Serving the plugs So they can deal with the fiends I ain't' got time for these beans Makin' so many trips I feel like i'm livin' in the 15 Mossburg loaded If i gotta leave em' folded Thought i told ya I will roll ya Like the blunt And then i smoke ya Now I ain't a gangster But if you wanna take me as a bitch I show you what the fuck this is I take no shit I hold my own I've lived to be the one man army Actin' like they gonna harm me Don't even fuckin'get me started I will end ya pity party So what the fuck you gonna do? When life is crashin' onto you? Tired livinn'in the zoo Gonna make it swiftly through I'm looking far back How much i grew But i still new Up in this Matrix I am hated With the faces Made of two, you cannot faze me Bitch I'm 'bout to spark this blunt So where my fuckin' brothers at? Stayin' low, paper cashin', gotta get the bag Flippin' another stack Spinnin' im trippin' cuz that wood too fat And now i need a dab of lifted dreams I do not want yo crap I will catch you slippin' Lights out Stars go missin' I will catch you slippin' Lights out Stars go missin' Residing with the wolf and crow No homie, i don't fuck with blow I gotta keep my steady flow I'm nodding off that dirty dope That Xanax got you stuttering like a bitch I know you need them, pills to cope So quit ya' talking, 'fore i get to socking I will watch you hit another low Choke 'Till they croak Slow from the rope Oh no, you fucking don't OG in the zone Phomies get the pistol chrome Homies only in my phone Dosidos up in my smoke I'm kickin' it back up in the home The smoke is dissipating while i'm getting faded Stated that i'm underrated Hoe, my lungs are always vacant For that crazy, overrated mothafuckas I will carry This mothafuckin' game You hate it Cus' i made it I don't care ho Strike one, i go Rambo Strike two, thast's you, yo, grab the pole Strike three, das me, R.I.P to all my F.O.E.S You suckas are built too bitch and soft I've heard it all so fuck 'em all I will catch you slippin' Lights out Stars go missin'...