I let it burn now
I smoke it slow now
These niggas tweaking shoot the gun we bout to air it out
You a scum now you a bum now
Talking to much mickey you now you a mouse in the trap house
I got these blunts a blazing you know we smoking daily
Inhale what we need then exhale the foogazey
I see these stupid haters and they all be talking crazy
T shirt them get a pack now they grave got daisies
I don't like how things been going around lately
Might have to take things in my own hands like the f*cking navy
I can't count on noone so I just look in the mirror
Put the red beam on the gun like flash it makes it clearer
I don't buy from random people I got my own dealers
Cause when shit happen y'all be locked up cause that nigga a squealer
I take advice from myself cause no other nigga is realer
When i'm in a jam just one phone call tell them niggas come get you
I let it burn now
I smoke it slow now
These niggas tweaking shoot the gun we bout to air it out
You a scum now you a bum now
Talking to much mickey you now u a mouse in the trap house
These niggas reaking
Too much thinking
Now it's a funeral instead of a party on the weekend
These hoes dont love you, cause they be freaking
Yo wcw all week but I have her on the weekend
Yo mcm is wearing fake st laurant
He was tough on ig till we lit him like a blunt
He thought I was playing cause I used lowercase font
Better be real behind those words this aint no stunt
Yeah I f*cked yo hoe and passed her like a blunt
Might have to buy this louie v just to stunt
Might have to pack my things and move to the lakefront
I got hella friends but I also got enemies
Only can contain the hate no cure like disease
These niggas mimick me their funds imaginary
I look around and I got so many frenemies
Get a ak then blow they ass to smithereens
Theirs a phrase that say you are what you eat
Naw I say I am what a think
A loving nigga that can get cold faster than a blink
Shoot his head scramble his mind make him rethink
I let it burn now
I smoke it slow now
These niggas tweaking shoot the gun we boutta air it out
You a scum now you a bum now
Talking to much mickey now you a mouse in the trap house
I been making calls all the time
With the fam on my side
Working for peace of mind
And the blunt keep me from crying
And the 9 keep me from dying