Pill Baby

Ay, blue bans, in my pants, stacking up, bitch wattup 3 xans couldn’t hold me down the night 3-D lens, how these demons come to life 3 AM, still thinking shit to write Need these ends, I don’t need no more advice What is right, I don’t know but I know what Satan like, on my life I’mma die, with a mil to leave behind Oh my God, out my mind, bitch I really see the signs Brain designed to be fucked up as shit And I'm popping all these sticks Ay, I got these oppas on my dick I just love the high more than the fucking racks And I think I hate this life more by the fucking minute And this trapping getting boring, need a lick, want the chicken With my brother, bitch we hit the lick quick then we split it Then it’s back to the trap, stack cash, resume mission If I fucking fall flat, I’ll flip packs for a living Skipping class, doing math but I’m counting up this benjis, bitch I got my ma tripping Ay bitch, I ain’t sick but I’m off the meds Bear traps on the ground for my every step Tryna quit the Xan for the perocets They saying that I’m damned, but f*ck that shit Ay bitch, I ain’t sick but I’m off the meds Bear traps on the ground for my every step Tryna quit the Xan for the perocets They saying that I’m damned, but f*ck that shit