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Crushing up this X pill Thinking bout my next thrill Bro been down for 15 but he's catching Rec still I just cut my side joint so now I got one less bill Movin up to first class I wonder how that jet feel Disrespected by the last offer probably curve the next deal I'm from where they still pop them Even though it's pressed pills A lot of rappers richer than me did this shit with less skill So I know I could get on quicker if I kept it less real Goin thru the motions pour a triple shot of sumthin Used to bag up in my momma bathroom with the water runnin Woodrow Wilson in the lobby I would post up like I'm Drummond Homicide was at my door with subpoenas gettin summond Me n Dotta in that Sentra bustin licks out in stonham Off of Exit 36 like the ounces in a brick In the bity got some blood homies an I fuck with crips Feds will put u in the blender don't get caught up in the mix Cuz They'll have you in the tank next to junkies getting sick Replace the buss down and put shackles on your wrist Where'd them diamonds go? Jewler won't give u half of what you spent In your pockets but you coming up with lint Don't make no sense Say a prayer for me I'm feeling hopeless, All I know I'm fed up with this broke shit, My PTSD way too much to cope with, On probation but I got to make this dope flip I used to think about my life like it didn't matter Risk my freedom roll the dice like it didn't matter Blew my last on some ice like it didn't matter Made the same mistake twice like it didn't matter I put it in the air I blow it I don't throw it I'm from where if you really got it you don't show it Crack spoken word or either the dope poet And even if you know if they ask you you don't know it See me I'm from the put in work era I was sliding way before the syrup in perk era All you got to do is hit the switch and it works better They say when you get right up on him it hurts better I ain't got to up it Cuz I don't ever tuck it So any funny moves in this bitch and ima buck it Real niggas in the room that's who ima fuck wit That's why I'm probably stuck with what I'm stuck with All I know is shit is real it be hard to focus Niggas that know everything always be the brokest It's crazy how you can get rich off one dope flip But say a prayer for me I'm feeling hopeless damn Say a prayer for me I'm feeling hopeless, All I know I'm fed up with this broke shit, My PTSD way too much to cope with, On probation but I got to make this dope flip I used to think about my life like it didn't matter Risk my freedom roll the dice like it didn't matter Blew my last on some ice like it didn't matter Made the same mistake twice like it didn't matter
Writer(s): Myles Hadley Lockwood, Rei Gjeci Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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