Letras
Move into the year I jus been plotting for a Lotta bands
Life is just a trip for him I seen that he don't got a plan
Chisel out the rock but this ain't science when the product land
Aways fiending for it hoes jus want it like a Prada bag
Pull the fucking chopper make his body fly the other way
Laced inside the tab & now he not alive another day
Sip a bit too much & now I think I gotta stomach ache
My Memory is fading now I'm feeling like a cutaway
What's the question mother fucker, nah it couldn't mean a thing
Asking questions ima tell em that I couldn't see a thing
Fucking switch up on the piece but he ain't ever let it sing
Like to show a lot that's off but he ain't ever down to sling
So bad, figures thrown up make em so sad
I been out the state now I'm som like a nomad
Stop it with the cap, ain't got no mags
You been som like a fucking rat, in a whole trap
I glide off where you fuck boys can't
On Two legs while you can't stand
Watching you fail the best you can
Nothing here now it's past your chance
I glide off where you fuck boys can't
On Two legs while you can't stand
Watching you fail the best you can
Nothing here now it's past your chance