Hair up in the breeze
I'm with the supaslats
Smoke up in the air we off that Cali pack
Lil mama want me I can tell she mad
I only want my money f*ck the pussy cat
Strain so far from home like we're the f*ck I'm at
I'm crusin in the beater with the beamer and I need some cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Look within myself I see a drowning man
Cryin out for help but never reach for hands
They don't understand
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
Ya
Sick to my f*ckin stomach
Need some Robitussin
F*ck the culture and this hussel
It all leads to nothin
Wanna be a better person
Cause I need the karma
F*ck this never-ending struggle
I just wanna find my way out
Days out in the sun
We bring the case out
Laced up I rep my city that's the T town
Hold up yeah you know I got the K out
Yes sir all my problems out the way now
Ya
My problem back then was I actually
Thought of us as each other's property
I did anythin you'd ask of me
Call me, I'll be there in 15
Like a f*ckin loyal puppy (Bark)
Time to rub the belly
Shit when did we think we might have a baby
Or when we thought you to be
Three weeks past your monthly Bloody Mary
Pass me another drink while I stare at my reflection
Confessions to the man in the mirror causin regression
Mixed with six bottles of Jameson
To help ease the depression
When I start spittin
Motherf*ckers start gagin and chockin
Like a side chick suckin my dick
Like it's got the taste of a fruit basket
My shits stupid bananas it's no secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had a bitch (Uhh)
To say hey bay bay let it rip
I just wanna eat some acid
While outta town on a trip
Ima be bad attack the mic
My lines be so tight son (Tyson)
But trust me when I say you don't know jack, son (Jackson)
I get it your only in this shit for fun
So let me show you why my shit radiates heat equal to the sun
Codenames Evil I'm not the kid next door I'm number one
So keep suckin on the mic like a lollipop dumb dumbs
Always stayin comfortably numb
I guess I am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
Call me Wonka man
But f*ck the factory
And if you want the tea
Come on a tour with me
Remember enjoyin things
Party's and limousines
That's just the only thing
Keepin the seal on my stitches clean
But f*ck the old me
I wanna show people
A world without the greed
But just a little green
And when we run out man
We never smoke the seeds
Just tryna further our careers
As the new G's
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Hair up in the breeze
I'm with the supaslats
Smoke up in the air we off that Cali pack
Lil mama want me I can tell she mad
I only want my money f*ck the pussy cat
Strain so far from home like we're the f*ck I'm at
I'm crusin in the beater with the beamer and I need some cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Look within myself I see a drowning man
Cryin out for help but never reach for hands
They don't understand
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
Ya
Sick to my f*ckin stomach
Need some Robitussin
F*ck the culture and this hussel
It all leads to nothin
Wanna be a better person
Cause I need the karma
F*ck this never-ending struggle
I just wanna find my way out
Days out in the sun
We bring the case out
Laced up I rep my city that's the T town
Hold up yeah you know I got the K out
Yes sir all my problems out the way now
Ya
My problem back then was I actually
Thought of us as each other's property
I did anythin you'd ask of me
Call me, I'll be there in 15
Like a f*ckin loyal puppy (Bark)
Time to rub the belly
Shit when did we think we might have a baby
Or when we thought you to be
Three weeks past your monthly Bloody Mary
Pass me another drink while I stare at my reflection
Confessions to the man in the mirror causin regression
Mixed with six bottles of Jameson
To help ease the depression
When I start spittin
Motherf*ckers start gagin and chockin
Like a side chick suckin my dick
Like it's got the taste of a fruit basket
My shits stupid bananas it's no secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had a bitch (Uhh)
To say hey bay bay let it rip
I just wanna eat some acid
While outta town on a trip
Ima be bad attack the mic
My lines be so tight son (Tyson)
But trust me when I say you don't know jack, son (Jackson)
I get it your only in this shit for fun
So let me show you why my shit radiates heat equal to the sun
Codenames Evil I'm not the kid next door I'm number one
So keep suckin on the mic like a lollipop dumb dumbs
Always stayin comfortably numb
I guess I am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
Call me Wonka man
But f*ck the factory
And if you want the tea
Come on a tour with me
Remember enjoyin things
Party's and limousines
That's just the only thing
Keepin the seal on my stitches clean
But f*ck the old me
I wanna show people
A world without the greed
But just a little green
And when we run out man
We never smoke the seeds
Just tryna further our careers
As the new G's
I'm with the supaslats
Smoke up in the air we off that Cali pack
Lil mama want me I can tell she mad
I only want my money f*ck the pussy cat
Strain so far from home like we're the f*ck I'm at
I'm crusin in the beater with the beamer and I need some cash
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Yeah, yeah, yeah I might relapse
Look within myself I see a drowning man
Cryin out for help but never reach for hands
They don't understand
They don't understand me
They don't understand me
Ya
Sick to my f*ckin stomach
Need some Robitussin
F*ck the culture and this hussel
It all leads to nothin
Wanna be a better person
Cause I need the karma
F*ck this never-ending struggle
I just wanna find my way out
Days out in the sun
We bring the case out
Laced up I rep my city that's the T town
Hold up yeah you know I got the K out
Yes sir all my problems out the way now
Ya
My problem back then was I actually
Thought of us as each other's property
I did anythin you'd ask of me
Call me, I'll be there in 15
Like a f*ckin loyal puppy (Bark)
Time to rub the belly
Shit when did we think we might have a baby
Or when we thought you to be
Three weeks past your monthly Bloody Mary
Pass me another drink while I stare at my reflection
Confessions to the man in the mirror causin regression
Mixed with six bottles of Jameson
To help ease the depression
When I start spittin
Motherf*ckers start gagin and chockin
Like a side chick suckin my dick
Like it's got the taste of a fruit basket
My shits stupid bananas it's no secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had a bitch (Uhh)
To say hey bay bay let it rip
I just wanna eat some acid
While outta town on a trip
Ima be bad attack the mic
My lines be so tight son (Tyson)
But trust me when I say you don't know jack, son (Jackson)
I get it your only in this shit for fun
So let me show you why my shit radiates heat equal to the sun
Codenames Evil I'm not the kid next door I'm number one
So keep suckin on the mic like a lollipop dumb dumbs
Always stayin comfortably numb
I guess I am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
Call me Wonka man
But f*ck the factory
And if you want the tea
Come on a tour with me
Remember enjoyin things
Party's and limousines
That's just the only thing
Keepin the seal on my stitches clean
But f*ck the old me
I wanna show people
A world without the greed
But just a little green
And when we run out man
We never smoke the seeds
Just tryna further our careers
As the new G's
Writer: BOMBEECK, HOLYFIELD, SEMPELS, WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9