Stoner Pimpson - Intro (Freestyle) Lyrics

Aye don't you wish that you can try again
Say let's live life so we can die again try again
Don't try again
These niggas shooting but they wasn't tryna kill
I'm tryna feel
I smoke this dope cuz I be tryna chill
Some bitches put coke on they nose some hoes be tryna pills
I'm tryna pills feel so much pain and I'm just tryna heal
These cuts is deep I'm fighting for death cuz I'm just tryna live
This money come and go I take I don't be tryna give

Aye, I tell her
Talk to me
Tell me how you feel
It hurt my head when we ain't talking
And you know I'm chasing bread so we don't really speak that often
Often times, you watch me while I work just keep me company
Wake up early morning I might f*ck you in my office
Flow so sick I'm nauseous
Hoe be cautious
I keep hoe hoe hoe I'm gifted baby but I'm naughty
I had rocks stuffed in my stockings
We selling beans and I ain't talking bout no coffee
Free my nigga chilly
Keep yo heat you know it get cold in the Windy City
People speak but ion respond I ain't really friendly
She ride me like a bike I make her pussy pop a wheelie
I go dumb I'm silly
I might not make it to the top cuz ion see no ceilings
And I smoke a lot of dope so you can't read my feelings
Niggas said that they was with me know they be pretending

I see through that shit
Got this out the mud and then I grew that shit
I went got a bag and then I blew that shit
I been through some shit you gone get through that shit
Do that shit
Ion know how I do it I just do that shit
Do that shit
I just need a check the way i do that shit

And a Lot of niggas fu as hell
Her pussy pink, my weed is green, my money blue as hell
I miss my brother Lou, been talking to em through as hell
Been tryna talk to god I'm only getting through to hell
No going backwards f*ck the past life
Told my mama I think I was Tupac in my last life,
Trapped inside, I been fighting demons feel like half life
Half dead, niggas sell they souls for the half price
Came from selling Os and flipping halftimes
Never chased no hoes cuz we ain't had time
I just count the money in my past time
Last time, I was feeling broke said this the last time
Fast forward, now a days I feel how I did last night
I'm past high
I passed Go, 300 on the dash but i still drive slow
Can't nobody guard me on the Iso
Tattoos on my sleeve i play for cheese I feel like Ivo
I ain't really never had no idols
I ain't really never had no rivals
I ain't really never made no typos