Residue YCK

[Chorus]
Sniff out dust, I can smell the residue
I don’t need a K9, I’m the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I’m going, don’t where I’m headed to

[Verse 1]
Better get ready, boutta' snap, boutta count
Turn em' all into confetti, boutta' crash on the couch
Lines by the pound now we getting dope sick
Pull up webMD with the diagnosis
I don’t buy shit, I ain’t one to convince
Loading up my cup while my brain ran sprints
Never bought in to the mass propaganda
Wanna see the big picture like a fucking panorama
Trashed those things that I found sentimental
Wanna raise each dose, started out incremental
Now I’m used to the taste I don’t use, then I starve
Got space on my arm, got a blade, so I carve
Letters ingraining, I feel a lack of a pain and
I’m thinking for a split second fore' I fall to the pavement
You moving out of my way, my sight is nothing but dark
I wish I could have stopped sooner but decided to start

[Chorus]
Sniff out dust, I can smell the residue
I don’t need a K9, I’m the one they execute
Ziploc bags sold and made some revenue
Don't know where I’m going, don’t where I’m headed to