slim thug i don t feel so well slim thug i m fresh up off the a train breaking out my a game ain t shit shaking so im baking up the cane man this rap shit slowing up prices keep going up i m stressed so you know i ve got that hydro blowing up i m sick can t sleep scarder than i ve ever been feel like i m about to die if i don t get this medicine the money this shit ain t just a want it s a need every drip of blood i bleed is infected with the greed i ve got a disease somebody please give me my dope i swear to god i m going to just die if i go back broke i can t live without out it just take away my pain because all i ever knew was that rap and that trap game chorus give me life give me hope i m addicted to this green so give me my dope chris ward yea yea my vision is vivid but now my sight is rigid for these digits i ve got so much in my possession i need to distribute lord help me cuz i m addicted to living exquisite the cash the cars and clothes i don t know what is it it s like i m lost trying to find these jacksons grants and franklins its like blue magic s in this purple because i can t quit drinking i m so high but yet i m so fly the screen got me feinding to live knowing i m gonna die so now you know why i need money like hits in how high nigga i need money and if being broke is funny trust me i m so serious that if rich people are crazy i m trying to go delirious chorus give me life give me hope i m addicted to this green so give me my dope interlude know what i m saying me and my people we ve been starving so long just to eat and now we re eating we re starving to eat some more so all that broke and that petty nonsense that s for you peasants that s for you lames that s for you squares as for us our circle is small and we ve got to live baby killa kyleon i propose put the ring in his left hand married the game the streets is my best man promised i d never leave her till death do us part we ve got a baby named coke i pay child support i m on the road to riches and i stay on the path until i reach my destination i stay on the slab i ve got a gps i get paid in stacks i m trying to get it where my millions and my age match cane for sale i bought it and paid tax in return the same thing that i bought i gave back addicted to the green like fiends that blaze crack i ve got to get it until i m in a pine box laid flat
['crunk', 'dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'houston rap', 'pop rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']