[Intro]
(snort) You are now entering the world inside the essence of your imagination (cough)
[Verse]
Xanax instead of oxygen in a world full of these moccasins
Opsidus, exodus, Percocet’s, Exorcisms
With a little little n*gga, cop a no, get drunk
Then have a n*gga f*ck you in the throat
Little bit of weed, little bit of coke, roll roads, hit your throat
Move c*cky on the low, put a gun to your throat
It's post temptation, let's take this sh*t
Embrace this place then rape the b*tch
You gang this sh*t so crisp, my wrist so slit up
sh*t I think I p*ssed or sh*t my pants
Yo' mans ain't sh*t, f*ck a b*tch little lick little lead, little tipsy
Breeze, OD’s, smoke G03, oh me, oh my hoe, oh sh*t die
Your momma should of swallowed you b*tch please die
Fist fight, die young, piece strung, tree hung
Weak lungs could’ve been equivalent to the heroin
N’ you better sin, better grin, better lean, hmm
Could it better, could it done it better
Whatever the weather yo' hoe knows the chatter is coming
No better no better no better, these n*ggas know better
I got it, I came with a n*gga you noticed
The holders they hove us be hoeing
Hoes will be hoe and they noticed
Breaking my focus these n*ggas is bogus
These n*ggas be trippin'
I'm sippin' on
Shawty they pimpin' her
Hit you with missions
I got if you want it
I’m puttin’ you on it
My n*ggas is swerving, they came where the 40's are
(Lock it) I'm locking it down
Came for your n*ggas, I'm f*cking up town
Raping the b*tch, raking up bodies
And quicker than liquorish could’ve been vigorous
Vigorous n*ggas that hated my mothers
Vigorous n*ggas that (As black castles) hated my mothers (vivid)
As black castles back in the past
Faster than ever, they hated
n*ggas be basic n*ggas just face it
n*ggas be mellow, I hate it I sling ‘em like JELL-O
Whatever the weather I'm coming with Cheddar your hoe know
Hate it, b*tch call me lucid for the foe
Eye for the foe, Aim for your feet. came with a TEC
Aim for your neck, f*ck a n*gga b*tch
Swear I'm the sh*t but I be bitter as (sh*t)
Hating the b*tch, slapping the b*tch, di*k slapping the b*tch
Realest n*gga out goddamn I'm the sh*t
b*tch my n*gga I'm mobbin'
Slumped up shawty
Your b*tch she want the 40's so I hit her with the Molly
b*tch that baby ain't mine, I ain’t really ‘bout the crime
I'm just really ‘bout the murder
b*tch give her f*cking time
I be out my damn mind
I be all up in my zone
Smoking zone with yo' hoe
b*tch call me for the 40