I Lost Carol

I think I've seen it all

I think I am ready for afterlife

I think that you niggas be talking 'bout shit

That you don't even know what you talking 'bout

Fuck is you talking 'bout?

I think I've seen it all

I think I've seen it all

I think I've seen it all

I got pain in all my system

Hear my brain hissin'

All these motherfuckers wack, so I grab the pistol

Two shots, click-clack

Papa had to diss 'em

I done warned these lil' niggas, but they didn't listen

Off the Henny, fuck a bitch, you know I had to switch 'em

I'm a demon in the shell, I'm finna burn you niggas

My bars heavy, see that shit turn in to trigger fingers

Choppas heavy and I got them aiming for the killers

Got 'em, aiming for the killers

I think I am ready for afterlife

When will you niggas start getting the message

When you niggas gonna get that shit

Don't worry 'bout past need to worry 'bout present (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you ain't talk that guap get the fuck out my presence

I pop me a pill so I don't have to feel

Have no trust for a hoe, yeah, I been learned my lesson

Man of my city, that's one hell of a feat

I'll die the realest nigga at the very least

Take some LSD, tryna find some peace

Psychedelic trip now the blunt deceased (Azide on the— XELF)

Turn the kush into vapor these thoughts into paper

Azide and Blak Trash taking over my nigga, say ya prayers

I think I've seen it all

I think I am ready for afterlife

I think that you niggas be talking 'bout shit

That you don't even know what you talking 'bout

Fuck is you talking 'bout

I think I've seen it all

I think I've seen it all

I think I've seen it all