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sippin’ on lean i fill up the tank
laughin’ so much on my way to the bank
numbin’ the pain with the codeine and drank
i never gave a f*ck about a thing
drugs turn me savage, made me a monster
pull up in a benz b*tch i pull up in a tucker
i’m so addicted i cannot go stop it
run out of drugs i’m running out of options
perc 45 with the jr’s
spray your lil’ block with the ar’s
gettin’ too high you can’t keep up
i’m so high i saw jesus
all of these f*ckers wanna be us
all of these f*ckers tryna copy us
new foreign car with the angel dust
i’m still stuck in a maze
i know that it comes with a risk
call the plug, he don’t miss
roll a blunt and take a hit
smokin’ on og and takin’ these dabs
smiling and taking how i lived in thе past
pouring up my pain in the glass
i’m in the sp*ce, i’m in trancе
i’m so high i can’t land
give a f*ck about your mens
sh*t is f*cking up my plans
sh*t is messin’ with my liver
sh*t is messin’ with my livin’
i cannot breathe i just jitter
anxiety make me jitter
hope this ain’t my last breath
gotta watch out for the drugs, same how i watch for the feds
what’s next
i guess countin’ up checks
x, leaves me perplexed
like breezy no mess
this sh*t ain’t easy, no way
hope we gon’ be okay
codeine with rose’
double g with no spades
you left a gap with no sp*ce
yeah
i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
i can’t see
i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
i can’t see
sippin’ on lean i fill up the tank
laughin’ so much on my way to the bank
numbin’ the pain with the codeine and drank
i never gave a f*ck about a thing
drugs turn me savage, made me a monster
pull up in a benz b*tch i pull up in a tucker
i’m so addicted i cannot go stop it
run out of drugs i’m running out of options
perc 45 with the jr’s
spray your lil’ block with the ar
gettin’ too high you can’t keep up
i’m so high i saw jesus
hey, hold’ up
b*tch we gon’ roll up
takin’ too much i might throw up
give a f*ck about your glow up
blow up
that’s what we gon’ do
you couldn’t guess what i go through, makin’ these bands i’m in france with the .42
how i rap it, sh*t’s so smooth
boutta flex on your whole crew
yeah your squad, is a no crew
sippin’ lean, sippin’ on screw
smokin’ weed, in the hotel room
i be so high like i’m on the moon
she wants to smoke weed, just come through
pull up on me
she wanna the smoke weed, just come through
pull up on me
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