Released on February 19, 2017

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[Verse 1: BTK]

I've been overthinkin' bout some negativity

Always been the one who wanna set the streets

Up for a killin', up with some money

Up with some Benjamins, born to be something

Livin' life off of a little bit of buzz, not talkin' alcohol

Never bound to fall, boy I'm bound to ball

Bout to call momma, let her know that ya boy straight

Let her know she ain't gotta worry bout a thing

I ain't worried bout a chain, never with a lame

Always been the same, beer up in the brain

Always bout the fame, fuck some kind of game

Take one to the dome and bitch I'm jumpin'

Like i said, fuck em with no feelings I can't love em nah


[Hook: ZZTakeOff]

Aye, I use drugs just to escape

All this negativity in my way

So I'ma smoke me one to the face

So I'ma smoke me one to the face (x2)


[Verse 2 (Freestyle): ZZTakeOff]

Smokin' gas that taste like some fruit

You playin' these games, you a lame, who are you

My squad with the [*] C.E.O in the booth

My niggas some hittas, I send em at you

I'm drinkin' the lean, it help me escape

Then I smoke a blunt to enlighten my day

I need me a blunt, to smoke to the face

While I watch for the leeches eatin' off of my plate

I hit up my cousin, say "I'ma make a plate"

The money is comin' so I can't be late

These niggas be fakin', I know they gon' wait

These niggas be fakin', I know that they snake

Sent some shots right at the face

You a leech tryna eat off of my plate

Out in these streets, you don't get no help

You a sorry nigga, you a lame, damn

I'ma go and get the money

I'ma go and get them hunnid's you know me

I been gettin' to the money, run it up

All these niggas they be fakin'

All of these niggas, they snakin' for real

Why these niggas they some lames

All of these niggas get killed


[Hook: ZZTakeOff]