DOG

Lately I been looking for myself Drugs over girls cause the world isn’t real Toast to my plug, Show me love with the deals Busting seals after pills, I’m in hell Lately I been looking for myself Drugs over girls cause the world isn’t real Eyes bloodshot, I’m standing skinny as stilts Can’t blame anybody for the beast that I built Send a beat and it’s killed F*ck with me and get spilled Every season, I’m the worlds league leader in steals Served my first dime bag in Northbrook at age 12 Still in all my school classes never once did I fail Pour some medicine in my cup but I’m messing up measurements Every time I got it good I’m always effin’ up effortlessly Get set up for 7 a g My pen game will tear up a sheet I’m killing motherfuckers, Can you point out who better than me? I can sell anything that’s just the felon in me Pop a pill while I’m in some pussy, That’s preferably Give yourself a pat on the back for never stepping to me When I’m out in public, Can’t act regularly When I die, Don’t have a funeral Throw my ashes out somewhere you think is beautiful I love my brother and my sister, Not a thing I wouldn’t do for them, I’m true to them You know what I’ll be doing on the usual I been taking my life for granted I’m not okay but I might can manage I’m Jason and Mike together I wanna stay high forever Don’t beef with me, I am better Ripped seats for you, Mine are leather Deceased from the night, Surrendered Why even compete with competitors? Don’t shoot the messenger She scream when I’m sexing her When you get to hell, Best believe I’m the welcomer How the f*ck he cause so much damage? Label him as a predator JackJackGriffin, Goddamn his beats irregular Hit me on my telephone, Break me out of my character Life is life a movie, Starting to think I need a narrator Looking at your RIP posts so hysterical Unbearable, All your shit is terrible for everyone Where did my head go? It fell off like Bledsoe I got some bodies in the closet but I’ll never address those Why? Cause I said so I lie just to get close So fucked up, I don’t know how Ima get home Last thing I can remember, Smoked a blunt that was this long Get pissed on, Your bitch gone My fists torn from the shit talk Knocking lids off bitch boys Just to inform every clique, I’m a big dog