| You don’t wanna see me without my medication
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| I got bottles of pills that keep me from goin' crazy
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| I keep smokin' and drinkin', nigga, I’m still sedated
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| I try to hold it together, really, I’m slippin' lately
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| Trippin' harder than ever, got me hallucinatin'
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| I’m in the car with the Devil, chop it and screw it, baby
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| I just listen to Bitches Brew and get elevated
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| I’m gettin' high, I smoke inside of the elevator
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| I took all of this acid, got me disintegratin'
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| Now my vision is meltin', really, I feel it fadin'
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| I’m seein' demons and monsters, really, it’s very scary
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| I know killers and gangster niggas that’s in my family
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| Sellin' pills and them EBTs just to make it happen
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| Shit, my mama and Granny packin' about that action
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| Catch me shootin' at niggas like I’m movie directin'
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| Catch me rollin' with .45, I need the protection
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that
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| Niggas blow your brains 'bout that
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| Put a hole in your baseball cap
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| Fade to the black, just like that
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| Talk too much and your soul gets snatched
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| Let the top fall back
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| I’ma change lanes, nigga, just like that
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| Sittin' on blades with the seat way back
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| V12 sittin' in the trunk, way back
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| You don’t gotta listen when they talk like
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that
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| I’ma keep runnin' from the past, foot up on the gas
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| Blunt guts, weed crumbs, sticking to the dash
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| No talk, bring me to the cash
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| Just ate mushrooms, took a couple tabs
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| I been trippin' lately so a nigga might crash
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| Just spilled drank on my J’s like damn
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| Nigga, I’m a Barre Baby, make 'em say, «Mann»
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| I don’t want a check, put the money in my hand
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| I don’t need a bank when I got a rubber band
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| Pockets kinda heavy, keep the money in my pants
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| Heart’s still heavy, I been lookin' for my friends
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| Everybody leave everybody in the end
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| I don’t feel alone 'cause the drugs are my friends
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| Just took another, I’ll be gone for a min'
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| Buy by the ounce or the gram, it depends
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| Nigga, I be floatin' off the ground off of this
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back like that
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that
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| Niggas talk shit 'til they get shot back
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| You don’t wanna end up like that, like that
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| Flip it, then I bring it right back like that
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| You don’t really know about that like that |