[Verse 1] I was tired of the rocks Tired of the block Like Fuck a 9-5 blood it was five before I clocked Mom took me in, took a wire for the cops Took a red flag and a blue rag and tied it in a knot Admired the life of a killers when I was lying in a cot Then i became one, dont care if you think im lying or im not Black magic rituals you crying to the gods Then Im a drive them to the ward and set fire to your pops Im the dopest ni*ga movin, you bout to now conform Put your mouth on your pistol, bow to me, now youre gone Anarchistic alchemy balcony I'll be on Break down your bone marrow like mountains to powder form Im a mutherfucking gangsta, don't believe it? come see Make a murder look legit, put my son in the front seat Blood peep, They dont want me to bang but it must be Succeeded in the game, with no help, it was just me
[Chorus] Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine Trying to get this money fuck the fame My ni*ga this is what I know Riding with the city with the flame All my ni*gas represent the game Homie this is what I know
[Verse 2] Funny how I rap, but a lot of my thoughts go unspoken Between binge drinking blunt rollin' Im on of the ones that chose to focus on fun and Gun tottin Always lying to myself like: "I'm going to sober up" and "I'm done smoking" I vividely remember overdosing Poppin' close to 70 pills and vomiting so much I felt feel my lungs close in Thinking am I dead? Or is the blood flowing? Hoes playing tricks on me like a liar that's compulsive It's truly sick the way I perfected the world Doing it big Music shit possessing [?] Im so disgusted i could crush 90% of this industry, producing myself, with low budget I'm living proof that all you know-it-all's know nothing Seen too many n*ggas on the edge like "let me hold somethin" Get it then fallin off with nothing to land on, thats why Im so hands on with the fam
[Chorus] Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine Trying to get this money fuck the fame My ni*ga this is what I know Riding with the city with the flame All my ni*gas represent the game Homie this is what I know
[Verse 3] Taught myself how to slang trees Really I should thank breeze Slang yola, bang on em Thank jahova i make beats Been in the streets fighting no M-Bison, no Zangief Dead homies ghost within the prison that's a Safe keep Maybe was the reali-t made he? that made he devlish mind that became me? Its dark and hell is hot, how the flames be I can't see Can't preach about what you ain't breath, it ain't G Phase 3 crazy, like jay z rumors Lately, my brain bleeds, like wait, 3 tumors My AK squeeze in HD to make these losers Smaller than babies, like wait he's, a late b-loomer boi Rheumatoid Arthritis when I bang my shit Give a fuck if they bang my shit Quick to bust on you bitches, you can't stop this Give a fuck about you nig*as if your brain's not sick
[Chorus] Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine Trying to get this money fuck the fame My ni*ga this is what I know Riding with the city with the flame All my ni*gas represent the gang Homie this is what I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
