Codeine (feat. Desire)

Keep it real, and I'm a Keep it real with you I'm too high off the Codeine, don't know how to feel about you Diamonds biting on my left wrist, bust out the tinted window Bentley coupe Got that double R on my neck, and Reno got the padded top Watch what you say to me, I got legit, keep believing shit for day I bought that money, baby, ain't about it, baby, I ain't really hear what you saying I got the Glocks, I'll get the sprayin, all of you bitch, how's your friend I'll play it off, cause I'm the man, this f*ck gang can't be your friend I'm tryna take you see the whole world, I know you probably be mad As hell if I told you, that's another girl, we got a sip in that vase Might have missed you out of this world, my religion's Roof-A-Leaf Finna go shopping for some double C, I'm tryna get me a pound, yeah Them bullies really finna strike, if you f*ck with me, coming from the mound Bitch, you think you're fucking with me, get your mind right, nigga uses a clown My friend nicked out of my class, maxed up at high school, was selling pounds, yeah Tryna run the money up on the YouTube, look what I found Bought something for myself Finally found a way to express my words, and it really helped Found a way I could let the energy out of myself Finally found a way to cope, even though the drugs really helped Keep it real, and I'ma keep it real with you, huh Too high off the code, ain't don't know how to feel about you Diamonds biting on my love wrist, but she's not the tented window Bentley coupe Got that double R on my neck, and Reno got that padded too Watch what you say to me, I got Lil' J, keep believing shit for days I bought that money, baby, I ain't buying, baby, I ain't really here, what you saying I got the Glocks, I'll get the Sprayin, all of you bitch, how's your flint I play it off, cause I'm the man, this f*ck gang can't be your friend Oh no, I can't be your man, f*ck no, don't play that shit I ain't cuffing no bitch, don't mess with all that bullshit I been in that ball pit, glizzy, hold a full clip Nigga try, I'ma let it rip, I'm off that walk, make tickets silk I don't think I belong here, this might be my wrong year I can see it right now, they might call me rookie of the year I might sign that big deal with fake smiles, no love here I just want my family, and my mama, and my brothers near Tell me when it's over, will they even be the same love, yeah