Abandon

Running as if I'm rolling through a cannon F*ck it, I'm spitting with reckless abandon Running as if I'm rolling through a cannon F*ck it, I'm spitting with reckless abandon (Find it, like I lost it like it fell out my pocket I can't find it, like I lost it, like it fell out my pocket) People say they lit but they ain't really with the funk Getting kinda lifted I admit it's the drugs Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper Might just feed the beat for no fucking reason Probably need a reason to keep taking reefer Fuckers keep behind me I just tell 'em "keep up" I just need to go a little forward (?) I don't give a f*ck bout a hole in it Who gives a ___ bout the holice? (Find it, like I lost it like it fell out my pocket I can't find it, like I lost it, like it fell out my pocket) Running as if I'm rolling through a cannon F*ck it, I'm spitting with reckless abandon Running as if I'm rolling through a cannon F*ck it, I'm spitting with reckless abandon Can't find Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper Need to get my paper up, I need some D-cups All up in my face for no fucking reason I just know we smoking bro, we might need three blunts We up in Boston, I guess it is what it was Getting kinda lifted I admit it's the drugs