[Verse 1] Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic Flicking bogey ashes bitch I stay blasted Microphone Cassius, magic with the sick shit 'posed to been dead but bitch I’m still up in this bitch Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion Fucked a pregnant bitch, save money on her abortion I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ Covering Too Short, smoking a Newport Hurt hope the drugs will help the pain to go away But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme And every time he close his eyes see visions of white lines Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something Don’t know her name but the paramedics chest pumping 30 something black male OD'ed off of pills That he wasn’t prescribed but they took his life Let behind a daughter that doesn’t really even know him Cause her momma thought he wouldn’t make a living off them poems But it was a long journey on a rocky road Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow Walking in the cold on the way to the studio Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple years ago Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net And niggas tried to front like it wasn’t all that But guess what bitch I’m coming back Guess what bitch I’m coming back Signed to Fool's Gold and everything’s all gnarly Bitches want my number just to get up in party Came along way from extension cords in the window Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off Every winter so cold niggas sleeping wearing scarves But I would always tell myself that it's gone get better You know who you is, you the greatest rapper ever So now the pressures on 'em to prove that voice right Some people never know they goals he know his whole life So now his turn up fixing up to bat Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack Never learned to rap I just always knew how So ever since 8 I knew what I would now When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now And now a nigga 30 I don’t you heard me So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest The thought of no success it got me chasing death Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple XTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
