Got some wings up on my shoulder

Not an angel

Cause I told her

Play your cards but bet you’ll fold em

Take your life my heart is colder

Got some names up in the folder

Cross em off as I get older

That’s just a social disorder

Kill the quarter how I smoke

Kill these drugs now I’m broke

I ain’t worried bout it tho

Got my people come in droves

Take my product how it go

Making everyday snow

Running circles like the crow

Bullets don’t discriminate

Coming in I killed the 8th

Second guess that pill I ate

Wonder why I’m filled with hate

Always had an empty plate

Always getting home so late

Felling low but feeling great

Watching as the ceiling sank

Black mold masking tape

Yeah this shits day to day

Waterspots and lemonade

Not real just minutemade

Sell it tho and still get paid

Yeah dummy you got played

Getting out this constant weight

Transfer to a conscious state