produced by @jvckrxid and @k9yblade
mixed by me + @jvckrxid

lyrics:

they don't like the things that I've been on
(what, what)
put this percocet right on my tongue
i could smell the garden leaf
i feel it in my lungs
bitch i put the work in
i can feel it in my gut
bitch i put the perc in
i can't feel a thing
crush two pills in my blood
what you want from me
your pocket's hurting
like bro i don't give a fuck
damn it must be hard
to not be worth it
bro go out and make a buck
fuck

damn it's one take i fucked up
i took a pill i hope that i don't
throw my lunch up
damn you so damn broke
like get your bucks up
when i walk in
they know what the fucks up
walk into the function
im in this bitch and
im like wassup

i got murakami in this flowerbed
diamonds on my neck so god damn wet
just like a showerhead
we gone put his face up in the paper
like a letterhead
i just took your bitch because he said
that I give better head

bitch you aint grow
bitch you aint grown no
bitch you cant hold
they see I got dough now
they want my roll
they see I cant fold now
they want me gone
i used to do it all alone
now I made it on my own

and they dont wanna give me credit
for things that ive done
and maybe you should quit all of
that cap cuz ur a dunce
and they dont like the fact that
imma smoke em all like runtz
to do the things i do would
prolly take that lil boy months

stomp that motherfucker like a bug
uh
ion give a fuck bout what he on
and they know all the lyrics to my songs
uh
cuz they know that my music it be hard

fukkit
they dont like the things that ive been on
(what, what)
smoking garden leaf i fill my lungs
and they don't like i pop this percocet
just like a tums
(coughs)
gas got me coughing up a lung
gotta watch my back
i keep track of whos around
cuz i dont trust
you think that im crass
thats too bad
i dont really give a fuck
off this oh woa
i feel slowed down
ive been going up
with my bros
and i know that
they hope i fall
know why

they don't like the things that I've been on
(what, what)
put this percocet right on my tongue
i could smell the garden leaf
i feel it in my lungs
bitch i put the work in
i can feel it in my gut
bitch i put the perc in
i can't feel a thing
crush two pills in my blood
what you want from me
your pocket's hurting
like bro i don't give a fuck
damn it must be hard
to not be worth it
bro go out and make a buck
fuck

I’ll be back when I can be my life is a mess and I don’t have the space to create anymore I love you all please don’t give up on me

Just Somebody Whomst Makes Music For Fun, While trying to find the next step in life. 

Banner Art By Me
Self Produce All Of My Songs, Unless If A Beat Or Co-Prod Is Needed.

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Joie