VERSE
I been living in a motherfucking rush for days
I gotta puff, puff, puff but I’m looking to blaze
I gotta rush to the cage take a bump from the bass drum
Dump of adrenaline comes and yo, phase 1 (uhh)
See I jumped in the Benzo just like an athlete
Where the fuck you at G?
Hand me the bag that you put through the stampede
Been jumped on more than a trampoline
See I just need that angel rain, that yeyo till I drop
And if I gotta rob or drop that I’ma rob the dog for that candy cane, it won’t stop
(Say what) brain looking like an 8-ball
Pablo Escobar for a day job
Fucking snow white all night and she wake up
Take more,, need more so I stay up, uh


VERSE 2
Bags under my eyes
Bags in my G-Star jeans and my Nikes
Bags in the CLK when I glide
Head dumped in that mountain of uncut white
Looking like a scarface scene, am I right?
With the beer in my hand, with a gleam in my eye
See it turned from a handshake then into a fight
Living life in the fast lane, that was the life
Ruthless, lawless, fuck if I die
Arrested and shot at, fiends for the night
(Ohh I don’t wanna wake up no more with a broken jaw and go to court for this, bitch)
So we just grabbed the gat and put a riff and rhythm and then let the vocals soar with that shit
No we on stage from the stages of blackness back to back smashing bags full of hits