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Cigertte's that's addiction, That be that malnutrition

And did I mention?

Everybody got problems, Hate'n niggas stoppem

 

 

Sad to say...this shit became my religion....

 

But did I mention, Repitive thoughts

Sedative ought to put me out

I can not pay the cost... right now

 

Can I really live like this?

Ever pack I look back

On memories, its a remedy

I smoke pack to pack

Back to back to back

 

check to check to check

bank account is a wreck

Thank you now for errect......ing

 

this thing to me

whatever it may be

a prescription to addiction, see

Its me, LSD, Molly,

Shrooms, and doctor doom

 

i presume, I monsoon,

if i'm not infused soon,

With what you assume....

Drugs i'm taking...

 

I'm not the plug and

Don't do the baking

 

I'm Just a customer taking, All of this Bacon,

Pour up the syrup with

Eggs, pancakes,

My heart butter'N'toast from the heartache

 

 

 

Nigga,

Turn up..... burn up....

Veggies in blunts,

A slow burner,

Long like crocodile......

Hunter.....Steve Erin

Nigga....

 

Always doing the most

that's a forced metaphor

Life is a bore...and I parlay with wordplay

 

Like a matador cant this this anymore

So I'm gonna snort, Deport my feelings

Till my skin is peeling

Its funny....my nose is runny

Touch down in your town

When I'm around I'm healing niggas

what ya figga?

I'm feeling....like tonight,.

 

I'm still tha realest nigga, on the mike

The Trillest nigga, in sight...

 

So much fight inme, Like im Mike ty....

Right before his prime, rib,

Jab at your balance,

 

This a challenge.....I accept

i'm built to destroy

to keloy cause killin this a killjoy

I employ

 

The use of my hands

to take this enhance......er

That is my answer

Do I got cancer

No answer, like black panther

They gone....

And when i'm alone, just let me stay in my zone

 

See i'm grown and ive always known

I know ill be underestimated, until i make it.

 

but some of these niggas better fake it

Till i make it...

Sick of the letting bush wit

bullshit, persist, it does no longer

Hope these hate couldnt be wronger

 

i hope you know what i meant

....see, me and my niggas

corney...

 

Cliche yeah I know...

But im lettin you know....Im letting go,

 

I'm bleeding love....this i'm telling the whole.....

 

Story story story, 3 times, listen to me rhyme

i know you impatient, so you

 

Better recline,

Dont click the line. This a Narative, Imperative to hear...

 

Usually this would be a question

 

Very simple..... very clear......Last year

Id say..."Why don't you stay wit me dear"

 

Sentences.... so you better be.. listening....

My is sentence is a life....life turned to strife

not right,

 

smoke so miuch i hate everything, even this im writing

worse than desire lighting.....

On my way to gloomy days

 

 

 

No better feeling nigga...