Six feet above the ground every time I stand
But I wanna be below next time I got the chance
Transparent bitches I can see right through ya
Like I might just sell a forty dollar eighth right to ya

Steady flowin soda like my name was Takoda
Hittin up a motherfucker's trap phone Motorola
Posted on the curb bitch it's what you deserve
Maybe one day you'll leave with all the money that you earned

Smoking passed out til we reach the fuckin roach
Ain't afraid of dying bitch no death can approach
Everything I touch turns to motherfucking gold
Lungs gеtting blacker every backwood I roll

Yеah it's real hard in the streets
All I got's a dime bag and my motherfucking piece
No blood pumping I don't even fucking breathe
Now I'm feeling half dead bitch I'm fading now deceased

Withdrawal's a real bitch gotta hate the fucking pain
Pop a xanny bar going shooting up inside your vein
How much can I take ask me that like I'm sane
You say that we're different but we're much of the same

Come up real quick all I cause is damage
No smoke no mirrors I just up and vanish
No drip no food looking like a famine
Got red silk sheets lay me down in satin