Eulogy (feat. ZootedLucid)

Big racks up in my truly jeans I'm writing my own eulogy I'm rocking fucking Louis V She said I'm gifted musically And lyrically Lately no one feeling me And I ain't been feeling like myself If I die tonight I might go to hell I think I might need some help I'm a bad influence I'm always under the influence Doing drugs watch me miss use it If I'm being completely honest I really do abuse this shit (Really do abuse that shit) Lucid you the plug Pouring lean in my cup Dropping Xanax in my cup Getting faded bitch what's up Baby girl give me love You don't need to give me much Hit my line I'm trying to f*ck Probably smoke a zip a buds Eulogy I make it worse Tryna cure it off of Percocets But these people want war So I carry 30 rounds I been flipping all these pounds Drink a pint I'm finna drown Free my dogs out the pound Always ten toes on the ground