Fentanyl Floodin'

(VERSE 1)

All I hear is the drug influence fentanyl flooding all of a sudden,

Thank God Like my brother said on that record he published,

These lyrics in my duff and lil shawty we going public,

Shit is nothing , tell Lorraine it’s cheaper if by the dozen,

I spit that Lizzie McGuire. I’m still just as inspired,

Watch this Cinderella story from debut to retire

Every snare and bass I hit my fiends, make it so dire

Feel like Sharon Tate my bitch got nightmares of my priors,

And my imminent death visions of rippling flesh,

I call these rats, Kelly baby because they’ve been a cadet.

They’re scared of me. my prime shit we ain’t living through yet,

What goes up? Must come down. Yeah I’ve been me a threat.

They’re going to force a rebellion morally tortured a letter,

For every suicidal thought and that’s according to Greta

And I can’t be the perfect man, I still have wars with the devil

But promise I’ll exert my plan It will be worth it I tell you,

(CHORUS)

See the music here and it won’t stop, to put it simply,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, it’s lookin empty,

Pills, liquid, powder or rocks, I spit that plenty,

Live inside the head of the opps, it’s always rent free,

See the music it won’t stop, to put it simply,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, its looking empty,

Pills, liquid, powder or rocks, I spit that plenty,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, it’s looking empty,

(VERSE 2)

My heart has been torn in twos not many folks that I can tell my story to,

But God first and hard work reigns, That’s the Georgia rule,

It’s just my luck, I lose friends yearly it feels like torture do

But I won’t let it tear me. It’s God‘s plan better get a clue ,

And for now these rappers kinda green jealous of my rhyming schemes.

Tell me all about it. Your criminal past and dying dreams.

Ill is only my disease , trust. I know you tired of me

All of your confessions, like a teenage drama queen,

Spare me the message I speak you hear the progression,

This evil heir in the flesh is a demon, careless and reckless,

With three demerits that’s pending for weed that’s there in possession,

Three mean hoes with me… Regina, Karen and Gretchen,

In this race I’m like Herbie, the endgame you know where it’s at,

Every Friday is Freaky, believe me don’t bring that syrup back,

A life size bag of this fentanyl when you hear me rap,

The right time I’ll bring it together like it’s the parent trap,

(CHORUS)

See the music here and it won’t stop, to put it simply,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, it’s lookin empty,

Pills, liquid, powder or rocks, I spit that plenty,

Live inside the head of the opps, it’s always rent free,

See the music it won’t stop, to put it simply,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, its looking empty,

Pills, liquid, powder or rocks, I spit that plenty,

Fentanyl floodin’ ya block, it’s looking empty,