Notes

I was sitting alone in the fire i herd the preacher crying i need to stop lying i cant walk alone as long as i can cross my zone the beat is sick she needs this dick feed us tricks you feel difren't now beefin like we drippen cows im feeling sick the beat is slow you need to know you not a hoe oh you like my soul no worries let these hoes know the flow goes roll up like some rollos im trippen but dont let me catch you slippin im pimpin my dick is what shes grippen im sliding in the wick you a kid just like a trick i think im feeling sick when i eat up ima flick this beat is really trippy i smoke just like a hippie its cold where i grew up i just hope that they knew us this vibe i wanna hold you i dont cry because i told you about the pain is when i fold thru sometimes i dont wanna wake up why break up if we gonna make up i take up your money for your addiction listen i hope you see my vision im trippen ill ride for do anything ill die for you just dont kill this vibe i got for you im tryna roll these swishers counting money give me blisters i cant really brag throw bs up like a fag but if i pull up in a jag will i make my haters mad really wishing i met my dad i cant never love a hoe however it goes tell my mama i love her mom i dont love her i just fuck her you a sucker undercover i just hope i cant tuck her in even if we fuck again ima sucker for pain i smoke to keep me sane i don't do this for the fame cause before the fame hide your face before his shame in the back im packin its the loose face come up from attacking its the fast beat never slacking but sir can i please fuck your daughter i know your not her father cause if you was i wouldnt bother but did i fight your brother i promise not to touch her ima sucker for her i should fuck her for ya tryna get this weight i wake up eating steak before my family starts turning fake i hope i can wake up eat these rappers like some cake im trippen in the beat tho the beat goes pussy boy i eat those my street knows i cant bleed tho i breathe slow told my mama to quit crying cause i lost it like some contacts in the faucet im cold but keep it trill either way i hope you feel pop a pill up in the kitchen just to tell her to stop bitchen i just want you diamons glisten peffy twitchen off the molly like im lefty from the mobby white she call me poppi its crazy what i tell you how can i love you when a quote is what i sell you they knew its me they know my shame i was trippy way before this fame and that nigga jerry lame