From an album I'll probably never release.

Lyrics:

Boppin', I'm boppin, yeah.

Roll it up   
Opi under the ashes smoking woods 
Toking ganja couple miles from the hood
Old mossy lugging  
in the trunk fucking drunk
40 ounce open filled wit blood 
soaking carpet in the truck 

bumping playa fly, 
cutting up the white
If I don't die tonight, 
I slit my throat with my knife.
coax my closer to the edge, 
fuck them words already been said
Sent away to the fringe, 
I hope I never make another friend. 
acquaintances are bad enough with the way that they play pretend.
I've thought about giving up more than I've ever thought about giving in.
And I don't give a fuck if you know me.
I'm just sick of acting like my shit ain't broken. 
Say you care but I don't call you homie.
Leave me alone before I declare this gat upside ya dome and smoke it. 
Lil ones know me, rolling with the bags 
sagging down the back of the lac,
Got a stack, got a slide racked, got that killer killer sack

Suicidal sitting back, relax wiping white off the dash just a whiff of that.
Give a grown man a heart attack-
R-rated goodie bag, no army man
Pure white columbian, colored like da antartic is  

This genus of cocainia making me a genius with the cheeba
Reefa bring me down, 
yayo bring me nirvana cause a scene 
or cause my dharma to become piranaha, 
craving pocahantis 
she better pray that I do not rob her
she want to slobber on my knob 
as she call me dalli llama 
she a dog I treat her like a bitch 
she still bring me cobbler 
ima leave and she gonna folla me down a hollow, 
hoe dont even know I got a million more to absolve 
she just a fucking problem.

Boppin', I'm boppin, yeah.

Yayo Was A Better Friend Than Most

615 - Ca$hville

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You're only as good as your last thought.

Yayo Was A Better Friend Than Most

Sophont