歌词
Man i'm sick of everything yeah, nigga everything
I'm sick of pain i'm looking for some better things
Give it all to God, all to God tell him let it rain
It's always blurry thick as syrup aren't yo momma [?]
Flashy nigga looking like amigo smoking in the club in Arizona like it's legal
I was trapping flipping pass could get you birdies or a needle
I'm a pimp i bet that I can get the box out of ma P.O
Sumn wrong sumn wrong they always pointing fingers but do nothing wrong
Shall I paint the pictures to get with you
Nothing's perfect cause of frosting in the end I hope it's worth it to you
The show goes on but it's credits to you
Ima let you live because it's murder to you
Now a nigga owning my success you gotta watch it
I just picked up my prescription from the doctor
Ima put it in the air(yeah in the air )
Roll up on ma problems ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
Open that to sumn ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
Roll up on ma problems ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
Now i'm bout to turn up
Get my burden i'm a burn it
Got a burner but with verna better listen fore you learn it
Couple bitches mad cause they dating me
It's all the same i'm just play them how they playing me
Fuck it though, i'm staring at a million in the building like I built it
Man these joint is like these bitches it ain't shit without the filter
Stunting skating on them like i'm Meek Milli
Jumping over bitches like i'm free Willie
Whenever hit the bong i'm in ma [?] like a boat
Thinking bout ma life bout maself bout the smoke
Man I start to float
Bi bi bitches on ma totem let em slide all off the pole
Man I thought I told you it's ma moment it's a gold
Westbrook with the drive 3 pointer finger roll
It's getting kinda lonely I need something I can hold
Or sumn I can smoke ima put it in the air
Ima put it in the air(yeah in the air )
Roll up on ma problems ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
Open that to sumn ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
Roll up on ma problems ima put it in the air (yeah in the air )
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