[Verse]
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 till' 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