Realization Of Death (feat. zaycaution)

Back to the days that i ain't so shit My peoples ain't a nuisance My rods were fully screwed in Was immune to illusions Had people with no hunger I'd speak they call me stupid The god they had was cupid I'm looking for the old me If you find them then you tell him nigga don't stop the music Tell them cut that people off You gon find it surely just puff puff and cough And get a notebook and start writing down your thoughts Cause you gon regret it when you looking at your coffin I been chilling smoking on some new shit Brodie killing steady dropping new shit F*ck a bitch and now i'm on a new chick Niggas steady talking till that motherfucking tool sit I been getting paper give a f*ck about what you did Niggas steady capping go and tell em what the truth is Fake niggas watching Shit'll make a nigga ruthless Blow the fucking roof bitch Back up on my new shit Fire flows hitting niggas ears like a cutip Niggas now a days tryna get up on that new grip Now a days niggas lack with it Pussy talking he get smacked with it Keep a 40 for these niggas watching Cause the 40 itching like it's crack with it Cause i'm back with it Life's short don't play with it timings of the essence niggas talking bout that new shit Told a bitch she steady talking all up on my crew dick I don't give a f*ck about your motherfucking new bitch I been focused on the fucking bread right Tryna get my head right Told this nigga hold up stop nigga this a red light Niggas always tripping on that yack Bout that purple or them pills or that smoke on that crack