Codeine in me, until I OD
Mix Fent with the Ron you will never be me
Dead boy I don't sleep, awake for 6 weeks
6 pills with 6 lines add 6 cuts and they deep
Stunt like BG, triple 6 fleet
You do not know a thing about me
You rap about guns and talking real big
You know I made you, stop talking and quit
You pussy boy fronting like you gonna stop me?
I wrote half your shit and made all of your beats
You talking 'bout smoke like you coming for me?
Bitch I guess it's on sight, you ain't down for this life
Cut Throat's not nice, I don't f*ck with these lies
You're pushing your luck and I do not ask twice
You think you are Opium? I smoke it all night
You got bitches on bitches? But stick it on guys
Overdoses in psychosis, it's my Coke up all your noses
Comatose or sadly ghosting, I been gone so no one noticed
Shaking that trouble with needle in hand
Can't find the fame but the habit demands
They blowing up my phone 'cus they know I got Xans
Flip the whole pack before that bitch even lands
Baby it's no wonder why all these Devil's try to take your soul
I woulda stolen it for myself but sadly it's already sold
If only you could understand me, we could live like Sid and Nancy
Run out of dog food, I got a plan B
Pills upon pills gonna eat 'em like candy, yuh