I'm a Wock boy, Codeine cowboy

Quick to break a bitch heart don't want to hear no sob story

I'm tryna run me up a milly get a crib like five stories

And if I'm tricking on your hoe thats Louis not no Tory

Wherever that I'm at you know a **** got yo, Robert Horry

Playing with my name make your Glock real gory

I had to make it through the rain, no blessing no glory

I had tot make it through the pain learned that everybody ain't for me

I thought I had some real shit, my heart back on the shelf I'ma still do my thang you going back to the hill

I've been sipping everyday I'm probably killing my health

My granny send text messages like you killing yourself

You see my numbers this year you would be feeling yourself I go out and go and get it, I can't wait on no help

I'm tryna swim through the blues like my name Michael Phelps You **** all zeros like your name Tony Delk

Coach put me in the game whenever riding the wood Point in time the only thing on my mind was a jugg Fucking bitches, popping percs, getting high in the hood Now it's turned around I'm thinking about buying the hood

I mix the drank with the pain, it's pouring pink rain

I'm in love with love but these days it ain't the same

Got a quarter ticket paid shit they got my momma straight

Label used to be the dream now these **** just a bank

I was thugging hard in the East state

I just want a bust down Rollie with a green face

I was fucking Keisha sipping Keisha with the peach taste

All my diamonds .. if you reach them I'ma teach you

Know I gotta move with class had em walking through the back Throw that money on her ass I just showed her what the cash do Bitch I've been rich but I'm hungry for the bag still

2k for a show I just count up in the back room

She broke a **** heart I'ma fill it up with Codeine and a pink 50s Fuck what you say that you with me you ain't with me

RIP my **** T everyday I wish that you was with me

I've been taking all these drugs cause I'm tired of reminiscing

I'm tryna run this shit up until I tear my meniscus

Yall lil **** ain't got no motion yall shit drier than a biscuit

We was driving 8 hours just to pay my pops a visit

They put the cuffs on em and take em right back remember vivid Shawty say I'm broken and a **** need to heal

I told her I just need Wockhart and some M's

I've been on it everyday I've been shooting in the gym **** get a opportunity like this shit be slim

This shit be slim

Everybody don't get a chance to do this shit Forreal