[Verse 1]
Too many bad thoughts, gotta get loose
Fucking with the team, now I gotta get you
Death on my mind, now we running outta time
Going out with a (Pah), like John Wilkes Booth
That's my chain don't touch it bitch
Left her with a kiss and a icy wrist
TEAMSESH hotboy fly the bitch to Bermuda
Like, "goodbye you bitch"

[Verse 2]
Sesh all on my carry-on
Cat stevens so very young
I was 14 twisting K2
By 18 I was getting on
Rolling dope like "when we getting more?"
Call my phone but never answer, no
Like Corleone got a master plan
Treat a beat like my ex and I'm getting off
Discreet my weapon you never saw
Sweet dreams young prince and I'm dashing off
And I'm dashing off
Sweet dreams young prince and I'm dashing off
Like what? what? what? okay, yeah yeah what? BONES

[Chorus]
Too much dope, can't fit it in a duffle
I got the Glock 9, El got the muscle
I never pop now, homie if you steppin
Day I put the mic down, I believe in heaven
I put the lights on that's an investment
I turn your lights off, fuckin with the deadman
Ride slow, windows down, want you to see my expression
[Bridge]
This music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested
All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage
This music shit is a reflection, of all the drugs I've ingested
All the problems my brain got, I use them to my advantage

[Outro]
I hope, I hope it doesn't all go in vain