for two hundred keys of snort For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five was trees to blow They count on me fo' sho', if you fronted I'm goin' the low
is a strong narcotics stronghold This weekend I will spend over 800 million dollars on drugs First I will continue pushing free narcotics for all low
We call the heartland not very smart land, IQ's are very low but threat levels are high They got a mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many
Life is fast but I dont wanna live past you, 'cause you are my only roots I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party
Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you 'Cause you are my only roots I was the king of the drug, booze thing Now I've worn out the soles of my party
Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you 'cause you're my only roots I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party
, I might as well have been Tryna get to heaven but it feels like hell I'm in And Gucci's got me blowin' my doe 'Cause I just spend money whenever I feel low
walk in front And I'll follow the leader Like when I fell under the weight Of a schoolboy crush Started carrying her books And doing lots of drugs I
of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life
lil homies circle mouths for ounce Gram for gram, touching all the fiends Why not nigga, ain't that the american dream Have money, fuck hoes, cut low
know who I be Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam' Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded You and that toothpick lookin' drug
fights first But dwellin' on it only makes the night worse Now I'm poppin Vic's, perks and Methadone pills Yeah 'em, tight verse, you killed it Fuckin' drug
crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder murder Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug
In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell
gonna get busted *ecstacy, the gals them in ecstacy Ecstacy as model gain she liberty Tek it up high, to the left and right, and back down low Listen
be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it Back pockets hangin' low because
North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power [Yo Gotti] I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs
or lie And say, I'm the mayne, I just said I'm workin' with change And doin' my thang, I can't help I don't trust hoes Move birds on the low and seen