and i got a ten gallon water for squad
i'm a hit that bitch one more again
and i got tints all on my ride
i ain't ever hiding just plotting on a run away
and i got homies i miss that died
i dont want to feel that shit again
and i hotbox when i'm in my ride
look at how a death affects you
homie got blew back now i'm next up
straightened your chest out
i been inside of the kitchen
i don't need any permission
unless shawty tryna' get pipe
'cause that be my bitches decision
i don't want no margiela or balenci's
you could only push me to the edge and find lead from the end of my 50
pop a motherfucker like jones no quincy
i been on the hunt for the benjies
'cause every thing that glitter lets me feel it in my soul
big bro got popped and i pray for his soul
i feel less human when i sit back and morn
but it makes me feel something
i'm little bit torn on the topic
when you flow i'm appalled
apostle of god with a god complex and i know y'all mother fuckers catch these optics
and i got a ten gallon water for squad
i'm a hit that bitch one more again
and i got tints all on my ride
i ain't ever hiding just plotting on a run away
and i got homies i miss that died
i dont want to feel that shit again
and i hotbox when i'm in my ride
i ain't ever hiding just plotting on a run away
and i'm back with a black mask
anybody tryna brah-brah take a cat nap
i don't want to take another tablet of acid
i don't want to have another panic and flash back
blood's thicker than water
now we split up the lotto
take a bitch to the grotto
and fuck 'til my dick hurt