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(hook)
only one i’m sucking up to is the landlord
i was loveless f-cking my girl always keeping things short
i remember smoking doobies with my homies on the front porch
laughing rapping all night until my lungs were scorched
only one i’m sucking up to is the landlord
i was loveless f-cking my girl always keeping things short
i remember smoking doobies with my homies on the front porch
laughing rapping all night until my vocal chords were sore

(verse 1)
wait, wait
man my nerves are bad
i need a pack of cigarettes
or some sap, from the tap
to the trap, for some dabs
a gram of hash then i’ll crash
in my nap i’ll thrash
yeah, yeah
i’m a dopamine fiend
i’ll get mean without my green
ain’t talking weed i’m meaning cheese
lsd so i can see beyond the screen
and 223 can p-ss through me just like a breeze
i plant the seeds for dirty deeds
then take a swing like i’m from creed
a piece of mind is peace for me
so please let me hold the keys
tires screech and all the things
i had to say but couldn’t speak
like robberies and third degrees
with broken pills up on the sink
we losing heat because of fees
i’m bleeding twenties for the week
no time to write my memories
but when i dream i hear the scream
from apparitions at the scene
but nicotine just sets me free
and talking greed is talking cheap
and words are steep with what they mean
i’m counting sheep and catching z’s
now finally i can sleep

(hook)
only one i’m sucking up to is the landlord
i was loveless f-cking my girl always keeping things short
i remember smoking doobies with my homies on the front porch
laughing rapping all night until my lungs were scorched
only one i’m sucking up to is the landlord
i was loveless f-cking my girl always keeping things short
i remember smoking doobies with my homies on the front porch
laughing rapping all night until my vocal chords-

(verse 2)
man i
man i only get melodic when i’m dropping hot topics
where your b-tch is shopping and rocking
popping oxycontin
my throat clogging, blood clotting
my lungs rotten, not stopping
stop hopping on and off my c-ck
and get back on your job
end up on a chopping block
stocking up on your pot
i got seven shots inside my glock
and seven bodies lined in chalk
‘lotta shawties with bad bodies
hopping out an audi
bopping songs and chopping blocks of rock
while cops plot to lock us all up
make a mockery
of a prophecy
that was taught to me
honestly you talking in your sleep
it’s quality for me and quant-ty
for all the wannabe bunch of
novelty people i flawlessly body
chronologically ordered and solidly
forgotten like an anomaly
my ferocity basic psychology
that prolly got strong from the curiosity of being a prodigy
up in the stars like astrology
my policy is to be possibly the strongest
at spotting lost causes
audibly f-cking the lots of
commonly sought after commodities
people so desperately wanna follow
my generosity costly
if you want it come find me
i’m confined to a nine to five
b-tch i’m six o six for life
b-tch i
b-tch i’m six o six for life

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