Takin bottles to the motherfuckin head
Counting bodies, I'mma body in my motherfuckin head
These demons got me convinced I'm already fuckin dead
So I'm just tryna bring these bitches and these niggas with me
Where, where, where the fuck my mind go?
Sip fast, my mind slow
But I found that 9 though, let it off like Rando
Now everybody wanna be the head honcho?
Two holes up in his belt like he got on that Ferragamo
What, what, what fuck is wrong with ya'll?
I followed boy up to his car, doing drop offs at the mall
Seen homie was gettin that, gettin that
Got his top blew like a Yankee fitted cap, nigga, gimme that
Now what the fuck his family got to do with me?
Pee Wee Herman in the movie theater, nigga, I'm doing me
But who is me Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
Am I drunk or am I high? Am I dead or am I alive?
I ain't got no friends, I fuckin hate everybody
Fake love like Tyler Perry, I'm playing everybody
But ironically ya'll the ones acting like bitches
Guys be so bitch they got these girls acting like niggas
Get, get, get off on a weak start, nigga play your weak part
Strong moves like John Q, ya'll little niggas just need heart
I got a dark mind clouded by some ugly money
A Bronx Tale couldn't make this shit sunny for me
Ya'll wannabes like to fight? You like the knife?
Little divas, Condoleezza, I'm on you like white on rice
Smith and Wesson, learn they lesson after I get threatened
Serial killer, bitch niggas ya'll get ate for breakfast
Now who's next up? I need that fresh cup
Faded, drinks got me feeling like a fresh cut
Slice and dice this nigga give em a fresh cut
Halftime, Headzup, now keep your head up
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