Laz Carta - Vapors Lyrics

Yo g you down to ride for me
Ski mask on Mother* down to die for me
Get that pistol give em 5 like he pac homie
Only difference ain't no question
That he gone you see
I'm on a whole different level
Dog my conscience beast
Lucy got me tripping homie
I ain't slept all week
See I've been stressed all week
It like the boulder on my shoulder
Just gets heavier heavier
Wit time my g
If I could find some peace
Before my mind od
Lean back my seat go to side
Tryina dodge police
They got they eyes on me
They hypnotized my g
I'm on the grind 9 to 5 getting mines
My g

I've been focused on the paper
Cruising through street
Ganja smoke turn to vapor
Your closest homie
Really Could turn into a hater
You can see it now mf
Or you can see it later

We lack love my g
Anger fits over me
Something like glove
My g
Peace is pushed aside
Middle fingers always up
Down to ride for trust
But trust always seem to run
Shit trust can make you lose a friend
Go and grab a gun
Now you shot him In the f*cking face
Cause your girl a slut
Ima product of a heartbreak and drugs my g
At 22 I'm F*ing numb and I barley feel the bud
On a crater telling toy stories homie like I'm buzz
The trust shall play a role when phony niggas dap you up
We all stuck up in the mud
If you ain't chasing bitches
Then it's money or some drugs get your fix up at the club

I've been focused on the paper
Cruising through street
Ganja smoke turn to vapor
Your closest homie
Really Could turn into a hater
You can see it now mf
Or you can see it later

Now im passing 33rd my g
They saying im the plug
How they heard that g
They caught me wit some guns
How they find those g
I had em tucked all Descret
No way they heard through the street
Disturbing the peace
Stolo swerved in a jeep
Said I ran for a week
You was there my g
How they got me while you free
Sh*t just dont make sense
What happened to the Motto
Ride or die f*ck these hoes
F*ck our foes shoot it out till
We go
From the school to the rode
You broke the code my g
Now im sleeping all cold
And you snuggled wit my
H*e
Man wtf
You good as R I P

I was to focused on the paper
Cruising through the street
Ganja smoke turn to vapor
My closest homie
Really did turn into a hater
I didn't see it then mf
And I cant see it later