[Hook] [X2]
I think i got an addiction
For good weed and bad b**hes
You weed to court you snitchin
That's why i keep my distance
No relationship we different
Getting money that mission
Get, getting money that mission
Getting money that mission
[Verse]
9/11 call on a young boy
Better run boy go far n***a
Tyrna dodge the law havin fun boy
U a dumb boy tryna be a star n***a
U ready for war n***a
Bang bang k** shoot shoot
They comin forreal foreign troops
Drunk at the wheel in a foreign coupe
sh** i did in Lawrence too
Sunday service in churches
Aside of some pourin soup
Murders they purgin
Never learn from them verses
Forget about cursive my moma start cursin
f** is a purchase my pockets is hurtin
We go through them purses
Nobody was nervous
The time we was servin never occurred
To my state of mind couldn't stay with my mom
I'm back on the curb and back on this herb
I need back on my feet follow my lead
Don't follow my tweets
I seen what i speak come take a peak
Or jump in a seat cause that's where i be
Right next to Fabiek
Break ya neck smash ya teeth
He do that for me just run up and see
Cause im that forreal
Cause i can't get a meal a bill or a b**h
That ain't s**ed every dick
Or f**ed the whole click
Man enough with this sh**
[Hook] [X2]
I think i got an addiction
For good weed and bad b**hes
You weed to court you snitchin
That's why i keep my distance
No relationship we different
Getting money that mission
Get, getting money that mission
Getting money that mission
[Verse]
Cops lurkin get a person then search em
Man u know the rest better rock a vest
Shootin missile threats that will split your chest
Im riding through traffic supplyin the package
The radio static flyin we crashin
Say it can't happen n***a it happened
Spittin a kilo say it ain't dope say it ain't coke
But it got you hyphy yo moma dont like me
She know that i smoke
Show me the ropes not by the throat
Hop out and ghost
Don't go hunting spokes to 400 folks
I feel like the pope
A pill up my nose the drip gotta go
Don't trip off no hoe just trip of the go
Caps for the low back pack full of clothes
My back on the wall nobody called
See demons and horrors the creatures that call
On my knees tryna walk got the key to the park
Meet me by the car make me a star
Count pay me to draw you losin
Im the one that they chosin
From sinnin to winnin im sinnin the kitchen
Just f**in these kittens
You up in my buisiness
Stuff don't get mentioned
No riddance no witness
Im up here just chillin
I got an addiction
[Hook] [X2]
I think i got an addiction
For good weed and bad b**hes
You weed to court you snitchin
That's why i keep my distance
No relationship we different
Getting money that mission
Get, getting money that mission
Getting money that mission