Turning a blunt to ash like a phoenix Weed in the bag deleted whenever I feel defeated Feeling like a gash that keeps bleeding But even a cut will glisten when the incision is healing Don't even know why I rap I know yall don't get the meaning Even though I'm broke I know you see me shining like you staring at the sun See me loaded like you staring down a gun The whole world sticking to cash like a piece of fucking gum Hell is where I'm from Well I'm here to pop bubbles and bum Got bags full of scum All I got to do is sell them and I'm fucking done
[Verse 2: $crim]
See I never look sober Just looked over How do you kill a rat? Turn into a cobra Got no love for a plantiff Sold my sold to Satan Purple always on me like I was drafted by the Ravens Got them drugs in my eyes Homicide on my mind Grim Reaper of my time with the 9 on my side No need for a shooter so make no mistake You looking death in the face when you play with my cake You know the blunts stay lit Junkies steady robbing Let the blade get to work if we got a fucking problem Hoes steady jocking Haters steady knocking That's how lifes been ever since we got it popping