Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the attic hiding all my bad habits Slick? He got some bad habits Plus he's asthmatic All the smoke that I be dragging bitch I need some casting for my fucking lungs they fucking damaged like the Black Flag classic Sabbath? Never heard of that shit Bitch I work It ain't for assets Roll a solo blunt No matching It's because of all the gadgets why I keep a social status Fucking phones and tablets Bitch I do this shit just for JEFE Yeah he told me make it happen then he died in that tragic car crash and every time I think of that I'm flicking ashes Yeah it sucks when you realize life is fast And I'm a fucking cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat that's plastic
[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
It's the mother fucker that ya momma said don't hang with Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it's painless Stupid mother fucka's thinking that we on the same shit Cock it back and then I yell Okay here comes the pain bitch Up in gangster's paradise Could give a fuck about your life Everytime I roll the dice Sixes popping up twice Bitches trynna sacrifice their pussy But I am not enticed Good try ho I do this shit for Dirt So i ain't got the time ho Don't like nobody, and think thats all you need to know Walking on water while i'm surrounded by some crows And when I hit the other side im blowing on some dopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
