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I been gone off alcohol can't get to the bottom of this jug I hit my plug come and get me out this hole I dug Hangs up, I shrug Seem like nobody got the time for me No time for Reid, swallow up my platinum pride and bleed Memorizing lines to leave the house, can't get out the couch Addys out the pouch acting like they help an ounce I'm chasing, I'm racing, won't make it, I'm faded I face it, forsaken can't take it no more I check the top drawer thats where the powder go Hit up my old hoe, but I burned that bridge long time ago Know I'm the shit, but right now I ain't shit So I sniff and hit the studio but I can't write shit Where the fuck I'm supposed to look Ain't know how much I took No answers in these books Living the life of a cold crook That's what I get right, isn't that what you said Back to the loop, my own demise living in my head And just like me, this substance better known to kill But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville Can't walk the line or hold still That's another pill And just like me, this substance better known to kill But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville Can't walk the line or hold still That's another pill I said I won't regret no shit I ever did, that's definite Ain't heaven sent and its evident Is hard to walk away with a dick this big Dirty thirty I'm standing sturdy Hoes on my nuts and they dirty I always worry, dip in a hurry Got to boss it up got to use my fury Got shit you don't, fuckin with shit you wont Never home these hoes be going prone They hitting my phone like, why you so alone I been round that block quite a few times Still picking that lock, got to get my mind in tact Look at the facts, and pickup the slack Cause fuck your relations, ain't complicated I try to fit in but I ain't got the patience I think I'm a sadist, don't want to be famous I just want to stack up my Gualla and tell them I made it Fuck what I want right Ima stay killing it on sight Told them it won't be a long fight Boy I could do this shit all night And I will keep it sealed Daz my bitch, y'all know da deal Got ten toes down in a game for real Growing up like grass with the mass appeal Flak jack in a mask giving caps a peel Matte black Cadillac and a pack of pills and a bag of skills Try to match, get skinned alive Can't stop me now, this game is mine And just like me, this substance better known to kill But it make it better for a time, got to keep it real Still by myself, bending corners in a coupe Deville Can't walk the line or hold still Thats another pill