Gang gang, you know
It's what it is, Zombieland (RIP my dead ones)
Real life, No bull shit gotta keep this shit going that's the only way
Skelly boy (aye)
Like bro you couldn't believe this shit
Just last year was falling to the floor couldn't even sleep and shit
Toss and turning, pop another xan just on my tweaker shit
The F&N and the .357 prolly sleep his shit
Deep inside the mix it taught me bout a lot
I had it all but really ain't feel shit, was stuck inside a box
Remember days we got up on the road like "what you tryna buy"?
Brodie sick, ain't popped a pill in hours I know he finna cop!
Spacing out I seen a better picture
She told me I'm taking all these drugs, they prolly take me with 'em
Changed my ways but still feel the pain, it's getting hard to feel
Like how the f*ck you feeling all this love from a little pill?
Niggas hat, they rap about a lot but never touched the field
Bald head, hollows took his hair now he little bill
In the cut I can get you scripts I'm not Dr. Phil
Suboxone & a 5th of henny, I'ma try to heal
It only kinda worked...
I can still get a X sold & still go to work!
I can still f*ck yo one hoe, you know she love to twerk
Asked her why she like the ZombieLand, she say "cus you a twerp"
Came in with a little but shit I made it work
Look my nigga dead inside his eyes, he say he want it cut...
Damn (aye)
I can never judge a man cus I was down that road
F*ck a switch I'm coming G18's, a blow a nigga home
F*ck you mean tryna tell me bout some pape, you never seen real pros
Tucked it in & went & got a bag when they did me bold
Now im walking out with 9, crispy than a bitch!
They wonder what's inside my cup, just a little hen
Hit Japan, hit the U.K, bitch you know I'm lit
And anywhere I'm at you knowing bitches sucking dick
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
Spend $1000 on a fit just to say I did!
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
How the f*ck I come up? Go see it for yourself
Man of the house, and I'm the only person here
Dukes still need help with shit you gotta pay it there
Watch yo corners, way I'm strapped up they wouldn't touch a hair
My niggas stuck inside they mind I still miss my niggas
I got a few dead ones I still feel they here
I came a long ass way from being incoherent
Life good can't complain, shit I made it here... aye at least I made it here
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Gang gang, you know
It's what it is, Zombieland (RIP my dead ones)
Real life, No bull shit gotta keep this shit going that's the only way
Skelly boy (aye)
Like bro you couldn't believe this shit
Just last year was falling to the floor couldn't even sleep and shit
Toss and turning, pop another xan just on my tweaker shit
The F&N and the .357 prolly sleep his shit
Deep inside the mix it taught me bout a lot
I had it all but really ain't feel shit, was stuck inside a box
Remember days we got up on the road like "what you tryna buy"?
Brodie sick, ain't popped a pill in hours I know he finna cop!
Spacing out I seen a better picture
She told me I'm taking all these drugs, they prolly take me with 'em
Changed my ways but still feel the pain, it's getting hard to feel
Like how the f*ck you feeling all this love from a little pill?
Niggas hat, they rap about a lot but never touched the field
Bald head, hollows took his hair now he little bill
In the cut I can get you scripts I'm not Dr. Phil
Suboxone & a 5th of henny, I'ma try to heal
It only kinda worked...
I can still get a X sold & still go to work!
I can still f*ck yo one hoe, you know she love to twerk
Asked her why she like the ZombieLand, she say "cus you a twerp"
Came in with a little but shit I made it work
Look my nigga dead inside his eyes, he say he want it cut...
Damn (aye)
I can never judge a man cus I was down that road
F*ck a switch I'm coming G18's, a blow a nigga home
F*ck you mean tryna tell me bout some pape, you never seen real pros
Tucked it in & went & got a bag when they did me bold
Now im walking out with 9, crispy than a bitch!
They wonder what's inside my cup, just a little hen
Hit Japan, hit the U.K, bitch you know I'm lit
And anywhere I'm at you knowing bitches sucking dick
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
Spend $1000 on a fit just to say I did!
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
How the f*ck I come up? Go see it for yourself
Man of the house, and I'm the only person here
Dukes still need help with shit you gotta pay it there
Watch yo corners, way I'm strapped up they wouldn't touch a hair
My niggas stuck inside they mind I still miss my niggas
I got a few dead ones I still feel they here
I came a long ass way from being incoherent
Life good can't complain, shit I made it here... aye at least I made it here
It's what it is, Zombieland (RIP my dead ones)
Real life, No bull shit gotta keep this shit going that's the only way
Skelly boy (aye)
Like bro you couldn't believe this shit
Just last year was falling to the floor couldn't even sleep and shit
Toss and turning, pop another xan just on my tweaker shit
The F&N and the .357 prolly sleep his shit
Deep inside the mix it taught me bout a lot
I had it all but really ain't feel shit, was stuck inside a box
Remember days we got up on the road like "what you tryna buy"?
Brodie sick, ain't popped a pill in hours I know he finna cop!
Spacing out I seen a better picture
She told me I'm taking all these drugs, they prolly take me with 'em
Changed my ways but still feel the pain, it's getting hard to feel
Like how the f*ck you feeling all this love from a little pill?
Niggas hat, they rap about a lot but never touched the field
Bald head, hollows took his hair now he little bill
In the cut I can get you scripts I'm not Dr. Phil
Suboxone & a 5th of henny, I'ma try to heal
It only kinda worked...
I can still get a X sold & still go to work!
I can still f*ck yo one hoe, you know she love to twerk
Asked her why she like the ZombieLand, she say "cus you a twerp"
Came in with a little but shit I made it work
Look my nigga dead inside his eyes, he say he want it cut...
Damn (aye)
I can never judge a man cus I was down that road
F*ck a switch I'm coming G18's, a blow a nigga home
F*ck you mean tryna tell me bout some pape, you never seen real pros
Tucked it in & went & got a bag when they did me bold
Now im walking out with 9, crispy than a bitch!
They wonder what's inside my cup, just a little hen
Hit Japan, hit the U.K, bitch you know I'm lit
And anywhere I'm at you knowing bitches sucking dick
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
Spend $1000 on a fit just to say I did!
Life good can't complain, bitch I'm really him
How the f*ck I come up? Go see it for yourself
Man of the house, and I'm the only person here
Dukes still need help with shit you gotta pay it there
Watch yo corners, way I'm strapped up they wouldn't touch a hair
My niggas stuck inside they mind I still miss my niggas
I got a few dead ones I still feel they here
I came a long ass way from being incoherent
Life good can't complain, shit I made it here... aye at least I made it here
Writer: Marcus Wrack
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