Letra

Drowning in this remy tryna numb the pain Hate the shit it put me thru but I still love the game Lost Mecca that shit hit me like a hurricane An Ceize left Haiti six days before the horror came Fuck am I to do I take a shot or two Paul Masson on park benches that's what got us through Wheres the God in you I feel like the devils guiding you We don't got no chemistry the 40 blow apart your molecules My brothers bidding left me in a state of solitude While they in solitary eating garbage food My mind confused We chase material obsessing over diamond jewels Bullets made his body ooze Hit him twice like copy-coo Left him pissing in a bag can't eat no solid food I try to tell little bro to get the bag but he thinks sliding is cool And honestly it kinda is if that shit for your brothers Free the ones that never told, assassinate the suckers No father figures so we grew up having worried mothers The Most hated but we love each other No father figures so we grew up having worried mothers The most hated but we love each other Devil want my soul but I can't go out because I'm godly Ride around with polls, you know this Juggin shit a hobby Just me an all the bros we 40 deep off in that lobby An they gon let it go no over me they catching homi's I'm droppin ashes in the maybach 30 on my sleeve 40 on my lap You gotta go before I leave I'm droppin ashes in the maybach 30 on my sleeve 40 on my lap You gotta go before I leave Multiply the shots Cinnabon's over stocks Certificates for these rocks Throw sixes under the box You know the wires tapped don't be mentioning who we popped Insignificant opps They ain't post him when Buddy dropped Love me or love me not Left her lonely I'm hugging Blocks This chopper I possess mean more to me than these thots I do not cooperate with law men or the cops Lying to my lawyer even though he's all I got I know these suckers want my soul Totaled out the low With all the fireworks they throw We double back in something dope Indicted on that pole Got me against the ropes But I'm a fight it like I'm Tyson Ain't no Codis to the throat Caution on your approach Watch what you Niggas post An I can't do no nerd shit cuz I know they watch me the most Remember rocking up soap Grab a bottle pop it an toast Cause we the ones that niggas tap in with soon as they touch the coast Devil want my soul but I can't go out because I'm godly Ride around with polls, you know this Juggin shit a hobby Just me an all the bros we 40 deep off in that lobby An they gon let it go no over me they catching homi's I'm droppin ashes in the maybach 30 on my sleeve 40 on my lap You gotta go before I leave I'm droppin ashes in the maybach 30 on my sleeve 40 on my lap You gotta go before I
Writer(s): Rei Gjeci, Myles Lockwood, Trusov Olegovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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