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They tell me all I ever make is drug music Or
Pain music, that's the opposite of club music
They tell me to go country, leave the street shit, but I'm stuck to it
Outcasted from the industry, I'm never gonna adjust to it
Sometimes I just wanna pick my gun up and say fuck me
Those shooters know that if I drop a bag, they gon' just do it
And shit, most of them would do it for free
But I can't crash them like my old heads was doing to me
I did drills before rain came
Tryna throw away these perc-tan pink pandas
Know they do my body home
Them people waiting for the day to turn that violence on
My lack of trust been at an all-time low
Gang unit present, pulling up at all my shows
Even when I'm live at Fenway, they still post it like they can be
I be courtside so much that you would think I got a 10 day
Listen to Kiss when we chop, but he like my sensei
These rappers bitches like they period on
Is these men straight?
I really generate M's with the flow
Accountants know, it be summertime
Middle of July, we make it snow
I learn this life shit about balance, take the highs with the lows
Swearin' through the lanes, I think my vision is blurry
Bitches I was fuckin' that I wish I could
People I grew up with think I hold more the fruits of my labor
Navey since they're young and I'm immune to hate
I'm in this farm going
Mmm
I got the top of it
Mmm
I got the top of it
Mmm
I got the top of it
Mmm
I got the top of it Mmm Yeah They tell me all I ever make is
Drug music Or pain music that the opposite of club music You
Tell me to go country leave the street shit but I stuck to it
Outcasted from the industry, I'm never gonna adjust to it
It's a different type of pressure provided
Catching cases is easy, the same shit go for sliding
Crashing out is effortless and not to be glorified
You never seen your mother in the courtroom looking horrified
Homie calling home from the joint, he off the deuce heavy
Escaping old trauma, got the habit from his new celly
Three hoes, flew out for the week and they in two tellies
Pool ready, now they off the 2C and the move daddy
I think it's time I get my life in order
Stick on me like a license owner
Trish like it's a light corona
Scottsdale, I take a flight to Zona
Grew up in the pain where all my nights was colder
It's freezing, slightly bolder and unlikely sober
And I can't do the traffic jam, I rather speed on the shoulder
Booked around the nation, liquor in me, got me vaping
Fuck, I look like complaining in my pocket, someone's safe
I think my vision is blurry
Bitches, I was fucking it, I wish I was
People I grew up with think I hold them all the fruits of my labor
Now these kids are young and I'm immune to hate
I'm in this forum, I'm going
Mmm, I got the top of the room
Mmm, I got the top of the room
Mmm, I got the top of the room
Mmm, yeah
Bye