[Intro: Huskii, Alex Jones, MC Raj]
What? What?
All my friends are dead like Huskii Ben
Aye, Aye
[Verse 1: Alex Jones]
All my friends are dead like Huskii ben
I burnt them bridges down, I must be next
Try to work things out, I draw for peace
And I turn my fingers 'round, like fuck you then, (like)
Tripping of a it of a bit of this shit, I'm sipping
Really living to the limit, the liquor, it got me spinnin'
Like a tick of a minute, I'm in it to win it, I spit it
Till' my liquor is finished, thats how it goes
I was on a run tryna' get away
Yeah I nearly got done tryna' get it safe
That was all for the funds, and a better pay
But I was only young tryna' get the cake
I was tryna' get drugs to flip, now it's all CDs till we hustllin'
We the best tag team in the country, bitch
LG, double Es, he run this shit
[Verse 2: Huskii]
I quit my job and went, back to nothin'
Sold my soul for this, sack I'm puffing
I'm weak as fuck, I've tried suicide a thousand times
Don't think I'm acting tough, I couldn't
Give a fuck about your ego
I done dirt for my amigos
You know I speak no, you know I hear no
You know I get so faded that I see no
They don't even know about the C-notes, we in the casino
Cashing 'cause we need those
I've been off the dome, everybody knows
I've been going home just to smoke some pot, I'm on my own
Whats that fucking white shit on my lip
I been tripping off the shit, what? what? what?
At the, minute I'm spittin', I been in it to win it
But I've been taking all these lines got me feelin' like Spinach
But I'm like Popeye, fuck that, I'm willing to pop guys
I got a shit a [?], I don't even want mine
What? What?
All my friends are dead like Huskii Ben
Aye, Aye
[Verse 1: Alex Jones]
All my friends are dead like Huskii ben
I burnt them bridges down, I must be next
Try to work things out, I draw for peace
And I turn my fingers 'round, like fuck you then, (like)
Tripping of a it of a bit of this shit, I'm sipping
Really living to the limit, the liquor, it got me spinnin'
Like a tick of a minute, I'm in it to win it, I spit it
Till' my liquor is finished, thats how it goes
I was on a run tryna' get away
Yeah I nearly got done tryna' get it safe
That was all for the funds, and a better pay
But I was only young tryna' get the cake
I was tryna' get drugs to flip, now it's all CDs till we hustllin'
We the best tag team in the country, bitch
LG, double Es, he run this shit
[Verse 2: Huskii]
I quit my job and went, back to nothin'
Sold my soul for this, sack I'm puffing
I'm weak as fuck, I've tried suicide a thousand times
Don't think I'm acting tough, I couldn't
Give a fuck about your ego
I done dirt for my amigos
You know I speak no, you know I hear no
You know I get so faded that I see no
They don't even know about the C-notes, we in the casino
Cashing 'cause we need those
I've been off the dome, everybody knows
I've been going home just to smoke some pot, I'm on my own
Whats that fucking white shit on my lip
I been tripping off the shit, what? what? what?
At the, minute I'm spittin', I been in it to win it
But I've been taking all these lines got me feelin' like Spinach
But I'm like Popeye, fuck that, I'm willing to pop guys
I got a shit a [?], I don't even want mine
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