Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Charles
Songwriter
Lyrics
You can sit in the back if the pack in the front seat
I been up at night counting racks till it's sunny
I been up at night making wok till my heart drop
Heard you got the drop on yo opps and you called the cops nigga
Devil on my shoulder and that nigga speaking facts
Tryna run the fade like my nigga where you at
My momma think I'm sad cus I'm dressing all black
Told her ill be right back plug dropping off the pack
Where kimono at thats that nigga with them dreads
And his eyes stay on red man he made evildead
I been in the back with my wax fuck the feds
Gone off a blunt and a tab where my bed
If I'm off some shots indica clear my head
Off the cough meds I be actin brain dead
You really think you green we gone leave u niggas red
Ion even understand what be goin through my head
Shawty think its pills but I'm popping lemon-heads
What is rehab man I'm better off dead
Pounds of exotic its stuffed in my locker
Creep with a glock in the bush like a stalker
Black on black diamonds just like it's rwanda
I feel like peace walker I tote rocket launchers
I blow up yo crib man I feel like obama
Diss 7up we pull up on yo mama
Kill me today and I'm reaching nirvana
You reach for a knife man I reach for my chopper
9 clips on me man call me kurama
Writer(s): Bryce Charles
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