Wasted

Ration going down, down I'm wasted Not perfect Lot of work in here A lot of sweat But i have this burn feeling Inside my chest With my mans ballin' like Iverson Like Iverson In my benz Rollin' like the omen Stacking up, stacking up These bands Money is fake like friends Now my life is getting out of hands I guess imma have help On the other hand I'm talking bout' my girlfriend If that is not enough Pour actavis With a couple xans Go, go slowly No, no perkys Wont, wont let me Show, show the ugly Full of torment Stuck in agony Im not on my period But i have a menstrual Bleed Need me some treats Like it's haloween Cameras, go pro, I pop out, with the beam Forever im hiding Playing hide and seek Ration going, down, down I'm wasted Not perfect Lot of work Got me feeling like the best But i have this burn feeling On my chest With my mans ballin like Iverson I'm a bully huh, huh Throwing bows, in the paint, oh Throwing bows' throwing bows Fallin In a, bottomless hole A young poet that Deals with anxiety And i know She love to see me panic Actually, i love to tote Them automatics All these bitches Are so fake, plastic RIP to Bray Wyatt G.O.D. sheep I can see the digits On the paper sheets Can see the devil grinin' when he see Me poppin' Without caution Without caution No trojan No attention Cursed blood On my hands Mystery, i wont solve shit Science, bad science Only science i know It's chemistry potions Chemistry potions Mixin' up drugs like the omen Mixin' up drugs on a wednesday Mixin' up drugs, on a friday Let's have a good day Oh, bae Huh, huh Going to LA Ballin' like Lebron I, fadeaway In you're face, bitch You can't compete A vibe with my mans With a couple xans 23, Lebron James Oh