Codeine Tales

I feel like this bitch ain't sentimental enough (Yeah, yeah, oh)

(Will, you a fool for this one)

But **** it, I'ma let this bitch do what it do

I'ma just tell how I feel on this shit

Bae, I got a hundred questions, would you tell a hundred lies?

My heart burnin' from the pain in disguise

See, I can tell by your expressions, I really love that look inside your eyes

See, baby girl, no I'm not like them other guys

I'm off the other side

I put my bro before the ho, I'm on my brother side

I jumped up off the porch, two packs of 'Ports, I'm screamin', "Homicide"

I guess the wheels fell off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride

Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side

Swear I be feelin' like the Carter so I'm sorry for the wait (Wait)

I swear the ghetto keep my heart pumpin' every single day

I'ma continue to go harder 'til a mil' up on my plate

I sip that lean way more than water, I take codeine straight to the face

I know them pussy niggas hate, I built a mansion in the A

She don't even speak English, she smashed the bro the other day

This for my niggas locked behind that door, I swear their lawyers' paid

I talked to Pablo on collect, he told me that he losin' faith

And I can't even much hold it, I miss the look that's on your face

See, they ain't even much notice it 'til the pain was outer space

I know I gotta stay focused, I gotta stay up out the way

'Til I'm sittin' in the Wraith

If the shoe fit, wear it

The difference between me and them, it ain't no comparin'

Nothin' but gangstas in my section

We be steppin' with them Glocks and Smith & Wessons

And all my niggas four pockets like Lil DT out the west end

You cuffed that ho and bought her clothes

I ****ed that bitch inside the Westin

Before you jumped up off the porch

I was out chasin' a check in

Really a factor in 6, oh, you other niggas gotta check in

Zero, one, two, three, four, I had to count my blessings

When we was swervin' in them cars

You was tryna pop a wheelie (Skrrt)

Dreamchaser, goin' hard, I'm feelin' just like Meek Milly

My heart cold just like North Philly, without no hands you can feel me

Only the deaf ones can hear me, them Prada shoes look like Heelys

Sent my lil' nigga up the road and his charge, he appealed it

I tote that Glock with that big pole, yeah, I had to conceal it

That blue flag all a nigga know, other than that them project buildings

Comin' from shit, but now I'm rich, that's one hell of a feeling

Pull up, pop out and you gon' give it up (Give it up)

I gave it all I got when they ain't give a **** (Give a ****)

And you can't hang with us 'cause you ain't real enough (Real enough)

No, you can't claim with us 'cause you ain't trill enough (Trill enough, yeah)

Yeah, dope boy dreamin' (Dreamin')

For them Perkys and that lean, I be fiendin' (Fiendin')

When I tell you I love you, girl, I had meaned it (Meaned it)

You don't really know the real meanin'

What's understood ain't gotta be explained

What's the real definition of "Won't change"?

I done been hit at by poles, I done been locked in them chains

I done turned glitter to gold, traded the street life for the stage

And I just wanna ball a hundred summers without you (Baby)

Codeine tears runnin' down my face (Down my face)

Yeah, it's hard to confess that I'm afraid