prod and written by me


pockets full of nicotine
copped a fuckin limousine
bitch we smoking no2
2ko open up yr spleen

probably the highest mf that u evr seen
i been at the hyatt getting high off doing ketamine

aint nobody high as me 
you wud have to fly 2 me
i cud see u at the top if u wudnt have clipped yo wings

you just want the finer things
i just wanna find a thing
someone who gon hold me down and never let me mind a thing

off the k im tryna ween 
on the j im tryna keep
i been going hard on all these drugs ima designer feind

why r all these problems coming up when im just tryna sleep
i just close my eyes n pray to god i dont be counting sheep

u been feeling outa reach 
i just want yr soul to eat
pull up bmw shit ion even got a key

im ngl it passes by when yr not into me
feeling like i gotta keep a smile for all my enemies

we cud up a blick or two
if i gon shoot this shit at u
25 to life if ion make u end up on the news

bitch i gotta keep my cool 
fuck if we dont fw u
keep it to urself the way u feel the pain is up to u

i cud be a poet too
stricka boa koning u 
shit wont mean a thing when that neck broken hanging from a noose

choking till yr turning blue
joker that boy act a fool
it aint funny anymore cz that lil boy looked up to u


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