[Verse 1:]
Rollin up blunts on the bus with some bums
Smoking till my lungs is gone like my funds
My brain is black dust when I'm off of the d**
Visuals glisten, might jump off the bluffs
Mentally f**ed. That Triple 6 One, got a few fiends that be smoking some tons
Rolling up blunts yeah my eyes have rolled back yeah you already know that I'm gone
I'm seein purp rain like I'm Prince, with some tabs on my tongue
Heavily medicated sedating the pain from an inserted blade, into my brain
"Is he okay?" No, I'm insane
Runnin a ruck with my gang
Community $innin, just know I'm making a stain
f** you p**y, you lame. Won't ever obtain a grain of a cent from my pay
[Verse 2:]
Rollin up blunts like the first of the month, it's the first of the month. Got yo b**h and she catching my nut, with her face
I cannot replace, refrain from all of the pain that she left with no trace. I'm stuck in this loop like I'm tying my lace, not winnin this race, at this f**ing pace
So I'm lacin a blunt with a gram of that crunk, and snortin them lines thinkin I'm fine as my eyes rollin back
I'm f**ed and I'm trapped
Dead on the streets or back to rollin up blunts on the bus with some bums, or down by the tracks