Opinion

It goes down, down, down when the plug is in town

My prescriptions, fill 'em out, pills get passed around

Run, run, run, run away from my pain now

I feel like passin' out, why do I feel irrational?

Runnin' out of pills, now it's time to ration out

Until the plug come back around

Until the plug come back around

Sometimes it just be hard, man

Everybody got they demons, everybody got they vices

Everybody got they own opinion on what life is

When's that beef **** lifeless?

One, two, three, four, five, six hundred

I was just counting my sins

Everywhere I go, I see dark, don't know where to begin

Every morning on my knees, praying to God that we win

**** it, let's win it then

I got rich, bought my momma a crib

How much are you willing to spend?

This money don't mean ****

But I still put them diamonds on my wrist to make niggas sea sick

But lately I been on my deep ****

On that life is a mountain and niggas don't know how steep it is

We'll give it all away, just to stay sane

They be playin' the same games

Duckin' and dodgin' all my pain

Still a gun on my waist (Hey)

Shoot a **** nigga in the face (Okay)

But it's back inside my brain

Nowadays **** isn't really the same

Super serious, this **** ain't a game

I feel delirious, beast in the cage

Gettin' furious, but I ain't fearin' it

All my demons standin' up in my face

Just poured lean in the Minute Maid

Drank so dirty it need a maid

(Damn, that's some dirty ass drank, ayy)

It goes down, down, down when the plug is in town

My prescriptions, fill 'em out, pills get passed around

Run, run, run, run away from my pain now

I feel like passin' out, why do I feel irrational now?

Runnin' out of pills, now it's time to ration out

Until the plug come back around

Until the plug come back around