Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact
I got addicted to this pain (why), it's hard to inhale (why)
Brother check if I'm alive, he can't feel my heart rate (nah)
Looking at myself, okay it's clear, now I am dead (gone)
Even when I'm gone I'll find a way to get the bread
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact
I got a choice between the 30 and the 45
So should I pop a pill or take a gun and end my life
And once I'm dead it'll take a minute just to realize
How many things you'll never say to me, and that's the price
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact
Everybody wanna write rap, count racks, make stacks
18, got a shawty on my lap
Back to pills, weeklyn go to hell
Life's a curse, I know for a fact