Shua

Sick I need a bottle of pills some liquor and weed And coke in my nose ... Yo I need a telly with hoes Some guys who buy Oz Like two or three times And need more I need an M in my safe An N on my waist And i need a means of escape I need some love from a freak Man i could use time with a beat I think i need sleep sleep No sleep for a week I need that morphine or im weak Not me Grew up inside out I know why i grind now Im ridin out rise in the streets Discrete Maxed out i get taxed now But on facts im replacing my team I attack with a beam if its beef Bet im reppin what regent taught me Im neat Once a white boy got sick with it Now I flip i spit I got bitches kid Talibans and my molly circle Flick a wrist bin whippin up chickins since Been in violentness Sin but silent its Lit what i did but sick with it vision bitch my ambitions riches Not into different shit live for this