sleeping flow to flow with the angels door to door like khroma hit ya door with that kramer all shaky and angry watch ya step head to toe head to toe i know the money won t change us i ain t change my face in at least bout 8 months i ain t change my skin in at least bout 8 suns same socks from that day one run the problem is that you never play with lingo son let that sink in like that lake or sum you just made 50 grand in a day or sum we can t bring em back but it s gon be okay pour some henny by the case til my face go numb bitch this beat got the whole place all dumb and i m just tryna see where i can place both thumbs i got a legacy to keep i got to ko sum i got the strap i gotta eat i got some demons to defeat like great grandma shelton like it s just me against myself and i gotta slay both um when i m high i feel my wings clip them shits if my soul s is in your view feeling sober in a pool of hen and cola breaking rules like that s ya girl i hit her too love just how that figure move figure you just wanna pass and so that s why i stuck a move premonitions from the texts she sent me my homie told me she a queen but guillotine was the neck head left me empty underestimated the texts she sent me from then on i acted extra friendly all i got is time to waste spillin liquor on the time x face trip a nigga if i m tryna chase trampoline dreams get me high today feel me or kill me but i m tryna say nigga i spill look in the mirror promise self some mindless wealth cause i love drugs too much to even try to sell i guess i love up too much for all this right and left but i fucked up so much it s only writing left right at the bottom left corner of the city where the red clay master redbones of the richest dances you know could be the north pole just put this glass to your nose breathe deep and stick a rapper in the back of your throat baby girl if you ain t certain you should probably reconsider reconnecting with the nigga you was fucking fore i hit it i m a hazard i m a master i m a slave i m a sickness i m a blunt away from tunnelling with spoons to free you niggas pussy is my favorite vice and my vulnerability s limited to the records i ve written in to the bitches i m smitten with death of a little brother can turn you into a kid again he s in a better place the toe tag was just the ticket in3