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6 Months Clean
Maxo Kream
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So Maxo, how's your drug use been?
I was six months clean, molly, no drank, no lean
But I relapsed, can't help it
Walk hard, PT, I'ma sip the whole sixteen
Straight to the face like a selfie
When my nigga dude died, should've been there to help him
Caught a slug from the gun, .45 Smith & Wesson
Chokin' on his blood, he was helpless
Lost some loved ones and them drugs ain't helpin', I been
Takin' Vyvanse to the face and my
Heart that it race ain't got no feelin'
Talkin' shit on the net 'cause it's safe
Won't say it to my face 'cause he know I'm gon' kill him
I ain't gotta spin, they still gon' spin
Maxo, I'm the coach and my YNs blitzin'
Free body, free kill, get 'em murked, free Durk
Nowadays these killers be snitchin'
Show my young nigga how to work the trap
But he rather rob jack, rather get niggas whacked
Lil' kid with a switch on the sidะต
Like Liz, new era, bust a cap
They just wanna catch hats
Young nigga got a dะตath wish
Pop Percs, sip syrup, I don't sell Trish
I was six months clean, molly, no drank, no lean
But I relapsed, can't help it
I'm sick of the hate and the jealousy
Sick of the Percs so I'm back on amphetamines
Baby mama, I'm sick of her drama
Can't see my lil' daughter 'cause child support threatenin' me
Purple lean over ice, I'ma spike me a Sprite
Send shoes and balloons with the ketamine
Off the jiggas like JAY-Z and Boosie
Put one in her booty while she swishin'
Six months clean, I was sober
Papa Max had a heart attack, mama still need closure
Thinkin' 'bout my dude every second
Havin' nightmares every night, she restless
To my mama, they gon' see the doctor
He wrote a prescription for anti-depressants
It just brought her more problems
Paranoid, she be trippin', switchin' moods and they change in a second
Bow my head and I pray to the Heavenly Father
Give her the strength to move on and go forward
Father God, let me repent
For the sins that I did and about to commit, I'm sorry
Since my dude been gone, I ain't got
No love and my heart turned chronic
And I pray that that bitch called karma don't come for my daughter
I'ma send karma upstairs with my father
Takin' these drugs is helpin' me cope
I'm back on dope, Adderall, Vyvanse gettin' weak
White friend told me I should try coke
I was six months clean, molly, no drank, no lean
But I relapsed, can't help it
Walk hard, PT, I'ma sip the whole sixteen
Straight to the face like a selfie
When my nigga dude died, should've been there to help him
Caught a slug from the gun, .45 Smith & Wesson
Chokin' on his blood, he was helpless
Lost some loved ones and them drugs ain't helpin', I been
Takin' Vyvanse to the face and my
Heart that it race ain't got no feelin'
Talkin' shit on the net 'cause it's safe
Won't say it to my face 'cause he know I'm gon' kill him
I ain't gotta spin, they still gon' spin
Maxo, I'm the coach and my YNs blitzin'
Free body, free kill, get 'em murked, free Durk
Nowadays these killers be snitchin'
Show my young nigga how to work the trap
But he rather rob jack, rather get niggas whacked
Lil' kid with a switch on the side
Like Liz, new era, bust a cap
They just wanna catch hats
Young nigga got a death wish
Pop Percs, sip syrup, I don't sell Trish
I was six months clean, molly, no drank, no lean
But I relapsed, can't help it
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