POISON & BLISS

I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem wit it You gon needa pop klonopin I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem with it Ain't gotta feel me Just gotta acknowledge our bottled sins Coldest decisions they coincide with my pure intentions My peer attention turned my 20 to a 10 year sentence If ignorance is bliss Then I can't feel as glorified My people don't believe in God That's why they terrified I know I'm building up my frame But I ain't picture perfect The devil lurking the the corner Homie I ain't nervous Ain't beat the verdict Trappin Servín is a disease So many take the trip I took but they don't get to leave And I believed if I ain't slangin Then I'd get denied Ain't gotta make it out the struggle Just go survive Don't be the kindle when these choppa sticks-a get to firin These bitches choosin so be careful how you advertise I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem wit it You gon needa pop klonopin I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem with it Ain't gotta feel me Just gotta acknowledge our bottled sins Now in addition I'm exactly The factor you missing You just a fraction not a half of my dastard division You get subtracted by the struggle Or you multiply Ain't gotta read it on a blimp To know the world is mine I shot a kite to bro I'm boutta go what should I do He say how you lookin up to me when I look up to you I'm in this bitch for 25 You 22 and ya they hung you on that 10 But made parole you go and live your life Took his advice that's what im doin Pray I never miss Pray his parole don't get denied He got a wife and kids I ask myself what's more to life Than pourin up a fifth And making dollars offa slanging some poison and bliss I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem wit it You gon needa pop klonopin I gotta get it Not a lot offend me Got a problem with it Ain't gotta feel me Just gotta acknowledge our bottled sins Took his advice that's what I'm doing Pray I never miss Pray his parole don't get denied He got a wife and kids I ask myself what's more to life than pouring up a fifth And making dollars off of slanging some poison and bliss