OCALA

Telling my momma she wasn't enough For me to grow up in a stable environment It would kill my sobriety Need me a pill for all my anxiety An Im tired of bitches that lie to me Hate they would die for me It's a nice relief But End of the day i know nobody got me Like i know i got me And I don't got me Like i know that i should Fucking up, roll a eighth in the wood Comatose, tryna dead it for good Run around, droppin dope in the hood Gettin lost, all that things that i could do Take a life Is what i should do Talk out my ass bout the women And bitches or men that i'm killin n robbin And the seals and the pills that i'm poppin Broke my heart, another gone in the coffin Roll one up, really think i done lost it Roll one up, really think i done lost it Roll one up, really think i don't lost it I been rolling and running for 3 to 4 days I got a mouth to feed, i ain playin no games And i'm talking bout mine, how i had did it myself Give a f*ck bout having an dol, i don't need any help I just want all the wealth And them bitches, they mine And that label you signed hasn't done you no good Got lost in the trauma i got from the trap And it's more to my life Than just serving that crack And just moving that dope Fucking these hoes And just fucking with all of that lame shit I already know there ain a bitch that i can't hit Lane switch I 7 5 To the same shit I was on last week Popped a pill past 3 Now I cant get sleep Shit I'm just tryna do better Like i know that i should Fucking up, roll a eighth in the wood Comatose, tryna dead it for good Run around, droppin dope in the hood Gettin lost, all that things that i could do Take a life Is what i should do Talk out my ass bout the women And bitches or men that i'm killin n robbin And the seals n the pills that i'm poppin Broke my heart, another gone in the coffin Roll one up, really think i done lost it Roll one up, really think i done lost it Roll one up, really think i don't lost it