I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez
Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
Prescription drugs, show me love. Percocets, Adderall. Xanny bars, get codeine involved. Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off. I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought. What's wrong with me
Right, uh, uh same * every day, homie. Lord please forgive me for all my sins. Yeah, nigga wake up to the same * everyday, homie. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death. No rules, right Wa