I’m getting locked up, knocked out, locked up

Police, hold the block down, block down, block down

Pillie got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Stepping on your face ‘cause I like the bloodrush

Lying in bed, hands tied to my face

Tell me ‘bout the things that you hate about me

I bring the money, you bring the drugs

Tell me again how I’m all that you got

Take a couple of hits

Nosebleeds are my business

Giving you a heart attack

And cross you off the wishlist

Lost another one, nicotine, blood

Put the poison in his veins

‘Cause it wasn’t enough

I know it’s never enough

Put it all in a cup

Fill the room with smoke

Put it all in my lungs

I said: “You had too much”

I said: “You had too much”

I said: “You had too much”