Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Feel like i popped me a limitless pill
I'm on my business for real
Another day another dollar
Another prescription to fill
You see how I'm gripping the wheel
Whipping it doing the speed limit
88 Chevy like 70 thousand
A Couple of bricks in the grill
Yea, that's big Pharma
Dope fiens was my Kick starter
Crack house was my crowd funding
Hedge funds from the whipped raw
Jesus Christ of the crack crisis
Sacrificed my wrists for em
Came back in like 3 days and dropped this on em
Got us feeling Rich porter
When the plug dropped all the bricks on him
Then his homeboy done switched on him
Judis alpo the shits sort of like the same
Sorta like they gave all that Cocaine to us then They rick Ross us
Now they pushing these pills on us
And lock us up for getting rich off em
They doing niggaz like Flint water
Get caught with like 3 pills they gone sit you down for like 6 quarters
Either that or you snitch for em
F*ck that imma skip court I got big lawyers
Smith Wesson and Sig Sauer
With extendos the will turn 12 into 6 boy
Yea they pissed off cus I made it up outta that trap
And I ain't lay down or relapse
I'm in here counting up racks
If they gotta problem with that
If they gotta problem with that f*ck em
My youngens are shaking up percs in they soda
Nothing is personal for them
They do not feel no pain
I send em to merk you it's over
This like like church for the corner
Weed with a perfect aroma
They way that I Mastered this shit
Should've earned a Diploma
See how im working it don't you
From the bottom I done found a way
Slowly adding on to my estate
So my son and my daughter straight
I turned an 8th to a lot of weight
Now I'm doing it the proper way
Everybody knew I had the drive
Finally I got it calibrated
Guzzle Henny from the bottle straight
Hoping all my sins wash away
I live my life all kind of wrong Still Get everything that I contemplate
When you hustle every waking hour
You ain't got time to stop and pray
Lord knows I done paid for it
Still I feel like I got a way
I'm tried and true
I survived the zoo
I know know a lot of dudes that won't
The prosecutor turned me to a slave and then a lot of dudes got low
Got the juice back
Bought me two traps
I produce that dope
You can od so my
New track got a child proof cap whoa
I'm letting you know it's my time bitch
You niggaz see how I'm grinding
I brought extra pills and som fentanyl
To supply the opioid crisis
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Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Feel like i popped me a limitless pill
I'm on my business for real
Another day another dollar
Another prescription to fill
You see how I'm gripping the wheel
Whipping it doing the speed limit
88 Chevy like 70 thousand
A Couple of bricks in the grill
Yea, that's big Pharma
Dope fiens was my Kick starter
Crack house was my crowd funding
Hedge funds from the whipped raw
Jesus Christ of the crack crisis
Sacrificed my wrists for em
Came back in like 3 days and dropped this on em
Got us feeling Rich porter
When the plug dropped all the bricks on him
Then his homeboy done switched on him
Judis alpo the shits sort of like the same
Sorta like they gave all that Cocaine to us then They rick Ross us
Now they pushing these pills on us
And lock us up for getting rich off em
They doing niggaz like Flint water
Get caught with like 3 pills they gone sit you down for like 6 quarters
Either that or you snitch for em
F*ck that imma skip court I got big lawyers
Smith Wesson and Sig Sauer
With extendos the will turn 12 into 6 boy
Yea they pissed off cus I made it up outta that trap
And I ain't lay down or relapse
I'm in here counting up racks
If they gotta problem with that
If they gotta problem with that f*ck em
My youngens are shaking up percs in they soda
Nothing is personal for them
They do not feel no pain
I send em to merk you it's over
This like like church for the corner
Weed with a perfect aroma
They way that I Mastered this shit
Should've earned a Diploma
See how im working it don't you
From the bottom I done found a way
Slowly adding on to my estate
So my son and my daughter straight
I turned an 8th to a lot of weight
Now I'm doing it the proper way
Everybody knew I had the drive
Finally I got it calibrated
Guzzle Henny from the bottle straight
Hoping all my sins wash away
I live my life all kind of wrong Still Get everything that I contemplate
When you hustle every waking hour
You ain't got time to stop and pray
Lord knows I done paid for it
Still I feel like I got a way
I'm tried and true
I survived the zoo
I know know a lot of dudes that won't
The prosecutor turned me to a slave and then a lot of dudes got low
Got the juice back
Bought me two traps
I produce that dope
You can od so my
New track got a child proof cap whoa
I'm letting you know it's my time bitch
You niggaz see how I'm grinding
I brought extra pills and som fentanyl
To supply the opioid crisis
Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Feel like i popped me a limitless pill
I'm on my business for real
Another day another dollar
Another prescription to fill
You see how I'm gripping the wheel
Whipping it doing the speed limit
88 Chevy like 70 thousand
A Couple of bricks in the grill
Yea, that's big Pharma
Dope fiens was my Kick starter
Crack house was my crowd funding
Hedge funds from the whipped raw
Jesus Christ of the crack crisis
Sacrificed my wrists for em
Came back in like 3 days and dropped this on em
Got us feeling Rich porter
When the plug dropped all the bricks on him
Then his homeboy done switched on him
Judis alpo the shits sort of like the same
Sorta like they gave all that Cocaine to us then They rick Ross us
Now they pushing these pills on us
And lock us up for getting rich off em
They doing niggaz like Flint water
Get caught with like 3 pills they gone sit you down for like 6 quarters
Either that or you snitch for em
F*ck that imma skip court I got big lawyers
Smith Wesson and Sig Sauer
With extendos the will turn 12 into 6 boy
Yea they pissed off cus I made it up outta that trap
And I ain't lay down or relapse
I'm in here counting up racks
If they gotta problem with that
If they gotta problem with that f*ck em
My youngens are shaking up percs in they soda
Nothing is personal for them
They do not feel no pain
I send em to merk you it's over
This like like church for the corner
Weed with a perfect aroma
They way that I Mastered this shit
Should've earned a Diploma
See how im working it don't you
From the bottom I done found a way
Slowly adding on to my estate
So my son and my daughter straight
I turned an 8th to a lot of weight
Now I'm doing it the proper way
Everybody knew I had the drive
Finally I got it calibrated
Guzzle Henny from the bottle straight
Hoping all my sins wash away
I live my life all kind of wrong Still Get everything that I contemplate
When you hustle every waking hour
You ain't got time to stop and pray
Lord knows I done paid for it
Still I feel like I got a way
I'm tried and true
I survived the zoo
I know know a lot of dudes that won't
The prosecutor turned me to a slave and then a lot of dudes got low
Got the juice back
Bought me two traps
I produce that dope
You can od so my
New track got a child proof cap whoa
I'm letting you know it's my time bitch
You niggaz see how I'm grinding
I brought extra pills and som fentanyl
To supply the opioid crisis
Writer: Paul Simon
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