[Hook] [X2]

I think i got an addiction

For good weed and bad bitches

You weed to court you snitchin

That's why i keep my distance

No relationship we different

Getting money that mission

Get, getting money that mission

Getting money that mission

[Verse]

9/11 call on a young boy

Better run boy go far nigga

Tyrna dodge the law havin fun boy

U a dumb boy tryna be a star nigga

U ready for war nigga

Bang bang kill shoot shoot

They comin forreal foreign troops

Drunk at the wheel in a foreign coupe

Shit i did in Lawrence too

Sunday service in churches

Aside of some pourin soup

Murders they purgin

Never learn from them verses

Forget about cursive my moma start cursin

Fuck is a purchase my pockets is hurtin

We go through them purses

Nobody was nervous

The time we was servin never occurred

To my state of mind couldn't stay with my mom

I'm back on the curb and back on this herb

I need back on my feet follow my lead

Don't follow my tweets

I seen what i speak come take a peak

Or jump in a seat cause that's where i be

Right next to Fabiek

Break ya neck smash ya teeth

He do that for me just run up and see

Cause im that forreal

Cause i can't get a meal a bill or a bitch

That ain't sucked every dick

Or fucked the whole click

Man enough with this shit

[Hook] [X2]

I think i got an addiction

For good weed and bad bitches

You weed to court you snitchin

That's why i keep my distance

No relationship we different

Getting money that mission

Get, getting money that mission

Getting money that mission

[Verse]

Cops lurkin get a person then search em

Man u know the rest better rock a vest

Shootin missile threats that will split your chest

Im riding through traffic supplyin the package

The radio static flyin we crashin

Say it can't happen nigga it happened

Spittin a kilo say it ain't dope say it ain't coke

But it got you hyphy yo moma dont like me

She know that i smoke

Show me the ropes not by the throat

Hop out and ghost

Don't go hunting spokes to 400 folks

I feel like the pope

A pill up my nose the drip gotta go

Don't trip off no hoe just trip of the go

Caps for the low back pack full of clothes

My back on the wall nobody called

See demons and horrors the creatures that call

On my knees tryna walk got the key to the park

Meet me by the car make me a star

Count pay me to draw you losin

Im the one that they chosin

From sinnin to winnin im sinnin the kitchen

Just fuckin these kittens

You up in my buisiness

Stuff don't get mentioned

No riddance no witness

Im up here just chillin

I got an addiction

[Hook] [X2]

I think i got an addiction

For good weed and bad bitches

You weed to court you snitchin

That's why i keep my distance

No relationship we different

Getting money that mission

Get, getting money that mission

Getting money that mission