Leave Iit All Out

Durty on the motherfucking beat Aye, yo Meher, I need a favor man Can you cook up a love song beat, something like that I just need to air some shit out, something that’s been bothering me I, have been taking all these pills Oxycontin with some Tylenol shows me the thrills I, been suicidal since the first song Smile so much that my fans don’t even know what I’m on Uh, I’ve been drinking all day and night Trying to numb the thrills of what could’ve been but we were never right But it was for the best you know that I fucking grew Got about 30 on my dick and bout 20 more in my coupe I don’t know what the f*ck happened to me I threw my feelings out the door I don’t care bout the kitty Laying on her titty sayin you the only one Don’t go in my eyes only there’s about 20 more number ones Yo, lemme get a Big Mac with 2 extra fries all of them are for me I don’t like to split the prize But when I’m done with it and I’m bored of that shit I dump it in the trash and move on fast I don’t care bout the cries Straight to the casket was waiting for the hearse Feelings dead too long on this fucking verse When the opps took care of they drama real quick I jumped on the track and moved real fast to catch ‘em on the slip Lames be acting real suspicious when they talking bout a bitch They be saying stupid shit that comes and slips out they lip Then we beat they ass for waving Shash no pulling out the cash Cuz these pussies hardcore snitches and they homeboys bunch of rats I have been taking all these pills Oxycontin with some Tylenol shows me the thrills I've been suicidal since the fucking first song Smiling so much that my fans don’t even know what I’m on Aye, we really been through a couple hundreds Been through a fucking stack we the ones who made stunting Stunting on these bitches with these clothes and these hoes We don’t know which one to take so we buy the whole store Homie lemme tell you bout something about the game You gotta be flashy if you want all the fame I'm on my Houston vibes shits fire, LaFlame Call that chopper dame because I ain’t gone miss shots when I aim I need some shit to clear up my mind Been through a lot of shit done a lot of fucking crime I need someone to hold my fucking light Fire another stog’ up and then we blow into the sky You don’t even know what we done here Came up from the trenches I’m a fucking Shakespeare People talking shit behind my back I don’t hear Too much shit on my mind I don’t focus on my ear