Hey Joey,
I don’t blame you
If I ever shot it up, I’d be the same too
I know you never got enough and it chased you
That fuckin dragon that attacked you and erased you
I been in a haze, dude
I been confused as fuck, lost in a daze, dude
It’s fuck addiction till i’m six deep like you
I wanted to be like you, but not in this way 
Who the fuck drew this up? I wanna kill em
Who glorifies this shit? They’re fuckin villains 
I gotta lotta motherfuck feelings about all of this shit
It’s evident I’m gon reveal em anyway
Everyday I wake up and I resist 
Gotta craving to get wasted before I piss
I’d pour, I’d sip, I’d slip more, I’d trip
I’m getting over it, but you’re no longer here and you’re missed 
Come back, man.

Hey dealer,
I’ma murk you
Double tap courtesy: would that shit besmirch you?
Good.
I’m in the hood. I’m gonna skirt through
Give you that work until you’re bleeding out your skirt 
Move
The fuck from round here if you don’t want that fate, pussy
Acting hard. I’ll turn you baby like a late pussy
You’ll learn to not cross T long as you stay pushing 
You sell again to my friends, I’ll leave your brains gushing
Yuckkk
You fucking disgust me
You’re cutting H with all the fetty and that cuts deep
I’m at a wake for fallen homies
How many in one week?
Another fate and body, another dumb fee
You cost a life, it ain’t right, you fuckin know it
It’s why I’m outside your house and running stoic
If you’re the villain, then it’s time for some heroics
My luger’s itching at the trigger; it’s hoping to blow it 

Hey normies,
You should listen when I’m speakin
This shit is real life; it’s people out there really tweakin
Be grateful you ain’t cursed with an addiction and a death note
I watched another friend go and I ain’t been sleepin
Alone with my thoughts is when that shit most creeps in
I know that you ain’t strugglin and only sip on weekends
Consider that you gotta lotta privilege in that 
Cause if I have one I’m fucked and get tippin em back
I’m not reachin when I say that a dozen die in an hour 
That’s just in the U.S and I’m runnin out of flowers 
Trying to do my best to keep my composure,
But only five percent of addicts make it out and stay sober 
220 in a day. That’s off of opiates 
You’re the one that’s smoking crack if you think that ain’t copious.

COME BACK BABY FREESTYLE

troyleft