[Intro: Lil Darkie & HEAL]
Heal, hahaha
HEAL, HEAL, HEAL, HEAL
[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Should have fucked around and threw it in the bag, chronic
Throw some new tags on it, race a blue jag, Sonic
I be smellin' in public, in my hoodie walking silent
Meet my gaze and I double it
I got problems, I got problem with state of things
Problem with the shame that niggas know and the weight it brings
Heh, sit and talk about faded things
I got no more time for bullshit, yeah
North on Lakewood, make a left turn when I hit Del Amo
With the fellows, pop Modelos like some real Chicanos
Hell if I know when I'm stopping, nothing's ever final
I will drop him if he not been watching for his spinal
6 o'clock, know you really in the shit
When you lookin' for piss to cop, with the swishers
Pistol pop and then it's whispers, shhh
Switch to backwoods, I need it to smack good
Sleeping through the street talking at night
Refuse to go to that hood
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Uh, you won't catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk
If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock
I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung
Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
Heal, hahaha
HEAL, HEAL, HEAL, HEAL
[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Should have fucked around and threw it in the bag, chronic
Throw some new tags on it, race a blue jag, Sonic
I be smellin' in public, in my hoodie walking silent
Meet my gaze and I double it
I got problems, I got problem with state of things
Problem with the shame that niggas know and the weight it brings
Heh, sit and talk about faded things
I got no more time for bullshit, yeah
North on Lakewood, make a left turn when I hit Del Amo
With the fellows, pop Modelos like some real Chicanos
Hell if I know when I'm stopping, nothing's ever final
I will drop him if he not been watching for his spinal
6 o'clock, know you really in the shit
When you lookin' for piss to cop, with the swishers
Pistol pop and then it's whispers, shhh
Switch to backwoods, I need it to smack good
Sleeping through the street talking at night
Refuse to go to that hood
[Chorus: Lil Darkie]
Uh, you won't catch me tripping
Pay attention where I walk
“You won't catch me slipping”, niggas say it, but it's talk
If I come to get you, you'll be sleeping, grip no Glock
I be double dippin', bitch, I gotta get that guap
I be in the kitchen, drinking 'til my worry hung
Sorrow I'm emitting, you can taste it on your tongue
Feeling like I'm evil, I be creeping down the halls
I like killing people in the steeples and the malls
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