Letras
I came, I saw, I left
I don't give a fuck about
The way that you step
Smokin on weed with every single breath
All you gotta do is say it with your chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact
Life's a bitch but imma rip her pussy
Like I am on my jack shit
You don't know Bo's dyin on this smash hit
Ashes the Ashes, I'm trippin on this acid
Feeling like a class sickle
As I cut an scribble a way to dribble
Through the middle of the game like its dame time
Imma pilfer your girl with the same line
That I'm usin just to change time
Abusin the muse only seems fine
If its not your source of juice
Imma bad mothafucka whippin in the booth
An if you'd seen the shit that I've seen
You'd whip it too, Fool
You just can't understand me
I do it for the families that live with no role models
And choose to follow substance after sobriety
I'm here to tell you there's sobriety after substance
And subsequently I'm equipped to drop cherry bombs
On these virgins, It's okay if you don't like rap cause
You probably never heard it
I came, I saw, I left
I don't give a fuck about
The way that you step
Smokin on weed with every single breath
All you gotta do is say it with your chest
Like, Eastman's here in the house
All we wanna do is smoke a little loud
Talking all that shit is what got you smacked
Checked into the E.R. that's a fact
We can kick it if you're feelin frigid kid
Runnin out your mouth will get you shot
Like Ricky did, It's Bo, With a D
Illuminating minds especially on Friday
Living every single day likes its my day mayday
I know I gotta couple guns but I'm always
Bout the Melee fucka, daily bugga, smack a sucka