Next Step to Death

You want me to do something different But I ain’t shifting out of my position Lettin’ this shit drip like liquid Comin’ equipped with the proper equipment You want a picture with my face You want me to smile, but I ain’t You’ll never be as high my plane I might as well marry this Jane All I do is keep it real Get me a card ‘cause I know how to deal You sellin a car? Go out my way to steal Feel like my life goin’ off the road Cops shot out a wheel I feel, like a banana peel, I slip on myself Only one keepin' me down is myself. What is health My lungs prolly black from all the resin I’m prolly goin’ blind lookin' at the wrong direction, for too long Not to mention, left ear goin deaf Head is aching like a bitch Hands are shakin', I guess I got a twitch My plans to be baked until it’s time to quit Next step to death Don’t even wanna deal with the stress Of whatever’s comin' next