F*ck my life up I can't feel shit
Like Waste my time
Always wasted over nothing
Like to keep my peace
But my piece got extensions
Got a 5 on my hip and if you want it we can get it
Yeah money coming in like atm
I'm atm
Need a Vicodin
I need another Vicodin
Like waste my time
Always waste my time
Got some pitiful lies over pitiful crimes
Walked in with my tooly bitch I'm booted up
223s and ARPs I'm wooded up
Like I'm F*cking on Alexis in a Benz truck
Pop a perc and I feel like I can't even feel none
I Feel like a vampire way I don't even see the sun
All these rappers be my kids all these rappers be my sons
Put some money on your head and we gone get it done
We gone get it done
We gone get it done
We gone get it done
We gone get It done