[Verse 1: King Iso]
Wake up in the morning, take a piss
Eviction notice on my counter door
I so don't give a shit
I only wanna get some coke because I'm doper than Lamar Odom
Plus I got a hoe that look like Khloe on the Strip
'Bout to sniff another Xanny, pull my bitch up by her panties
Weather feel like it's Miami or Mattoni in the bricks
Heard some niggas beefing with me
That's bologna with some chips
Thinking in the river nigga like an oldie or get sent
Bet I won't remember them or Lord can I repent
I ain't never going back like the homie out the pen
People prolly wanna kill me for some old shit I was in
I be thinking "Did I do it?" and I know I prolly did
No in-seam but I got the forty on my hip
Y'all can bear witness like Yogi 'bout to snitch
And I bet I'll get ya shorty, I was broker than a bitch
But I guarantee you, she gon' let me poke her with no chips
Niggas can't kill a ghost man, you know I'm what it is
I'm already dead little homie I'm convinced
Ay that was for the gang, got to show 'em how I live
It's some inside things them and only I'ma get
Popping all these pills, brain holy like a Christian
Weed got me 'bout to let go of my retention
They know what time it is without a Rolly on their wrist
Yeah this music kinda dark but brody got it lit
Then I murder everybody leave 'em floating with the fish
When they find 'em they'll be bloated like a hoe that got to shit
Already brain-dead prolly, I don't know how I exist
Wanna see a dead body? Blood poke him with a stick
Did it by my lonely, ain't a codependent bitch
Shout out to my homies still rolling with the sick
Pull back up on a hoe because I know she with the shit
Fuck her, wake up in the morning, bet I won't remember shit
Like that
Wake up in the morning, take a piss
Eviction notice on my counter door
I so don't give a shit
I only wanna get some coke because I'm doper than Lamar Odom
Plus I got a hoe that look like Khloe on the Strip
'Bout to sniff another Xanny, pull my bitch up by her panties
Weather feel like it's Miami or Mattoni in the bricks
Heard some niggas beefing with me
That's bologna with some chips
Thinking in the river nigga like an oldie or get sent
Bet I won't remember them or Lord can I repent
I ain't never going back like the homie out the pen
People prolly wanna kill me for some old shit I was in
I be thinking "Did I do it?" and I know I prolly did
No in-seam but I got the forty on my hip
Y'all can bear witness like Yogi 'bout to snitch
And I bet I'll get ya shorty, I was broker than a bitch
But I guarantee you, she gon' let me poke her with no chips
Niggas can't kill a ghost man, you know I'm what it is
I'm already dead little homie I'm convinced
Ay that was for the gang, got to show 'em how I live
It's some inside things them and only I'ma get
Popping all these pills, brain holy like a Christian
Weed got me 'bout to let go of my retention
They know what time it is without a Rolly on their wrist
Yeah this music kinda dark but brody got it lit
Then I murder everybody leave 'em floating with the fish
When they find 'em they'll be bloated like a hoe that got to shit
Already brain-dead prolly, I don't know how I exist
Wanna see a dead body? Blood poke him with a stick
Did it by my lonely, ain't a codependent bitch
Shout out to my homies still rolling with the sick
Pull back up on a hoe because I know she with the shit
Fuck her, wake up in the morning, bet I won't remember shit
Like that
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