Letras
I be that choppa' sprayin'
Platinum maker
Paper chasin'
Motha' fucka'
Pocket shaker
Trail blazer
Pack a razor
Motha' fucka'
I dont fuck with no one cuz they really drain a motha' fucka'
Best I hope I don't see you I will David Blaine a motha' fucka'
When I get to thinkin' where it all went wrong
I was just a motha fucka that wanted to make songs
They Used me for numbers
They knew I padded their pockets
These motha' fuckas' drained me of my energy
And I lost it
I should of known
They just wanna take my soul
All of ya'll just some clones
I ain't throwing these dogs no bones
A little paranoia never hurt a soul
Run it back I'm in control
Nevermind my backs against the wall
Even when I'm in my zone
Give a ᴮⁱᵗᶜʰ an inch they still gon take a mile
Homicide on my mind
When they hands out oh my god
Opanas sound romantic
what I think about is tragic
Let me hide from the times
On my side the blower hides
Let a motherfucker think he on his own time
Really it's controlled by
A manic motherfucker I be my own God
I remember bout a time
When I sat low and paranoid
Chills that fractured
Ate away then burned my mind
Like a loaded 9
Too eager to be the people pleaser
Stepped on before the rez
Situations I placed myself in had almost got me dead
Selfless lives turned into a selfish mind
Never said I'd be that kind
Thought I left that behind
Now I'm back to
Money bags, got them pills like you asked
Stayed up late for some ass
Set some flames to a hill
Never woulda done it if I knew it would kill
It's a game that they playin'
Asking follow for follow
Well I'm still feelin' Hollow
Well there's always tomorrow
It is just another day that I ignore every caller
No I won't even bother
Another shot from the bottle
To top me off
I'm a goner
But then again I'm a model
Of what it's like to be taller than the weakness
It was rough but I rose up from the bottom
From the winter to the autumn
We together
Three forever
We already we forgot um'