Slumber

I break a swisha sweet and smoke it with my blade while i'm outside

Then i drank a 40 beer and bless my ears up in my ride

Headed to my bitches house see what she bout and get inside

She know imma bust it open make her wet and surf high tides

Then i see shadow creepin out the dark up in my eye

So i grab my 9 and tell that hoe to clothe up and go and hide

Let the shots rang out i dropped em then i let the splatters dry

Make me wake up from my sleep i slay the sheep up in my mind

I'm stuffing this cone full of some sour i'm reaching for chrome

I herad a fuckin noise and I'm home alone

I hear fuckin voices i know I'm not wrong

I quietly cock back this pistol I creep to my door

Open it slowly and simply observe

As soon as I see em I squeeze on this tigger and let these shots ring out

Call police tell em "come clean up"

Woah

My lips on a foam sippin on Fanta Lil $tain always gone

I ain't getting sleep these illusions are throwing me off

I'm hearing the voices of fallen oh god

I'm seeing evil figures all in the dark

I went to go visit a priest he said something seems off about me

But what could it be two shots from my Glock 19