Drugs

The devil rule upon gods servants If we die, do we go to heaven Young soldier living for a purpose It takes a lot just to be now The beef ain't over, bet we still go get em Her legs shaking from that quick cuddle I'm a slime boss, straight from the puddle Triple 7 on my right-hand arm Mama thinking that I sold my soul And all the pain I'm tryna let it go Frienemies jumping on the boat Tryna take us down but we keep the flow On a call with my cousin Bone My brother told me that I'm gonna blow Am I winning?guess you'll never know All these opps hunting for head, Bitch let's go Yeah, Drugs Drugs Right, drugs Yeah, drugs Let's get it, drugs Let's get it, drugs Uhh Right Yeah