Who's Pills Are These? (What Bag Were They In?)

I'm tired, I'm tired, been blowin' on fire I should get some sleep, 'cause tomorrow we drivin' Ruby da Pilot been pulled over twice And I still flick the lighter, I'm tryna get higher Fuck 5-0, bitch, tryna reach 5 and 0 They fucking with my hustle, man, they tryna fuck my title Driving to Cali, driving to Brooklyn, driving to Texas What's going to be next for us? Prolly the prison, we tend not to listen Making more money, one show then they do in a week Yeah, they even admitted it Splittin' and stuffin', I say "fuck the cuffing" Smokin' and driving got me into trouble a couple of times But I still keep on puffin' Flexin' in Lil' Mexico, smokin' on the Texaco I will never save a hoe, never rat and that's fo' sho' Data on, I never roam, always creepin' close to home Xanax bars or methadone, local rappers on my phone Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life Opium inside my pipe, if dying's wrong, I'm never right Couple bitches on some ice, they treat me like I'm Eazy E Yung Christ, no Galilee I am such a rarity, hangin' from a Rosary Talk that shit on up Nigga that where you fucked up Try Trick or Treatin' on my head Don't make me get to tuffed up (run up) Reppin' FOD man Anywhere no matter where I go (squad) Take the cash out my hand boy you gon' need to hold for us To fuck with me my life Skywalker so don't [?] Dreamin' money hoes and hoes, talking 'bout [?] Hustle Fear off the muscle Aim and bust You playing with a nigga's hustle Can't fail [?] Life is a Hustle