(lyrics prod dj junior brok3n hart)
Robitussin blood I got it falling, Robitussin blood I got it pouring
I don't give a fuck about you cause your boring fake ass stories people got me snorin'
I'm out in hell's kitchen like im Gordon, DJ brok3n hart know i'm soaring 
Trapped inside, nothing is important. I got the drugs bitch know im Ballin'
I hear the drugs, bitch and their calling. she don't know what to say, bitch stalling
hate my life nothing is important 🤓 skinny ass jeans, bitch im looking gorgeous
buffout body steroids got me rollin. im off the jet, everything is slowing
you dont know shit, don't think that you knowing. these Lexington streets swear that they is glowing!
im smoking a f8g, ain't talking 'bout no fggts. your fat and balding, man that's really savage
bitch i'm entitled you ain't get to have it. i know good shit dies R.I.P to Havok
my whole life treated like a spastic, i wasted years. shit i couldn't manage
#realrareclique put it on my body. my best friend snaked me then he said sorry LOL
trapped in the house i treat it like a hobby, Robitussin shit has got me Jolly🎅!
Tenpines Bluff, pulling out the shotty. Dogmeat rip and tearin' up his body.
shit so suave know they try and copy' spent so long stuck up in the lobby
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