bipolar

Singer: east, dave

i ain't drink in a minute

i got a bitch that's going both ways

i'm paid

now i'm smokin' out the back seat

tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

i got a bitch that's going both ways

i'm paid

so

now i'm smokin' out the back seat

tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

red lights

never see 'em when the roof gone

bally sneakers

with the patent leather

never see 'em

floors seats

at the garden

next to spike lee

everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene

bad coke

niggas' sniffin'

i take the long route

chrome out

send a nigga' to the most high

drove by

on a mission like it's '05

henny' bottle

fendi belt

my shit is felt

i was locking in

six months without no help

it was routine

hits the dips

push-ups between

buncha'.50 clips

gettin' ripped

nigga' lookin' like a king

i was fresh out

me and gutta

gutta i need you to do me this favor boy

hold this down for me

you know i'mma be right back

bodega

still pitchin'

molly powder and dasani make you feel different

shell shocked

niggas' on you hit the kill switch'n'

vietnam

shit like it's 'nam over here

you nigga's dyin'

bipolar

nine on 'em

with a lot of anger

momma on him

like go to school

'cause the bills due

told him be safe

i can't afford it

'cause they head-hittin'

bed flippin'

under mattress kept the four-fever

uncle butchy won't let us hustle out the same apartment

trap spot

smellin' like death on a cold night

summertime

playin' them benches

like we can't play

hit the park

my gloves on

he think i'm o.j

kim k

i want your sister with the long face

long k

a million dollars make my mama smile

kairi

your daddy love you

i'm a real nigga'

strap on me

never tellin'

cut my tongue out

give niggas' game from a jacuzzi

like this run's house

shop open 24/7

bitch we don't close

graveyard

no gloves on

my hands was so cold

black shit

black gun

black giuseppe's in a black whip

black tape

wrapped around a fuckin' white brick

white chick

try to tell me what the price is

nice kids

we were tryin' rob a hundred bands

son of sam

make the summer hot

all the spring

keep it clean

niggas' run a lot

duck tape

no breathin'

that's my season

get a warm coat

dead broke

that was us

let the lord send 'em

don sippers

i ain't going back and forth with 'em

i'm different

if it's murder

we could trade it off

tecks

glocks

no xbox

bitch i came to ball

backwoods all by myself

ain't gotta' hang with ya'll

let the lord send 'em

don sippers

never going back and forth with 'em

i'm different

if it's murder

we could trade it off

tecks

glocks

no xbox

bitch i came to ball

backwoods all by myself

ain't gotta' hang with ya'll

black shit

black gun

black giuseppe's in a black whip

black tape

wrapped around a fuckin' white brick

white chick

try to tell me what the price is

nice kids

we were tryin' rob a hundred bands

son of sam

make the summer hot

no breathin'

my season

get a warm coat

dead broke

that was us nigga'

my bitch said i'm bipolar

i hope the pills help

my nigga said i'm bipolar

i hope the pills help

this bitch said i'm bipolar

i hope the pills help

bipolar

nine on 'em

with a lot of anger

bipolar

nine on 'em

with a lot of anger