[Intro: Zide!]

Fuck you, Chris

[Verse 1: Zide!]

Why the fuck you lying?

Look me in my face like, why the fuck you crying

You said, you said don't be on that timing

I said girl, why you lashing out, gon' make me violent

Looking at your eyes while you're sitting there in silence

This is Zide, why the fuck is you so quiet?

Demons in my head, every day I just be fighting

Finna roll a joint, yeah you know I get to lighting

Baby girl I'm hurting, you can hear it am I right?

We ain't gon' make it in the end so why we trying?

Pushing everything away on my ambitious timing

But I'll smoke the good gas man, this shit just got me flying

I can give you everything and everything just ain't enough

My time is getting closer, think I'm running out of luck

They asked me if she hurt me I said "I don't really give a fuck"

Passing me the papers, yeah I'm finna roll it up

[Verse 2: Zide!]

Shit, I'm finna roll a blunt

Pull up on the city, yeah you know we fuck it up

You can see I'm hurting like 11 bodies up

And the weed it smell like skunk (Damn)

Damn

Talking shit, we go to your hood and pop the trunk

Shooters popping out the cut, shooters popping out the truck

Damn, this lean gon' get me stuck

Tryna' run up on me, you gon' find a blicky tucked

This a drink of purple weed, bitch I'm crossed up

I just, I just told her give me some

Damn, I just told that bitch to lay me

Told that bitch to come and suck me up and make me lazy

Yeah the head, yeah the head gon' make me crazy

Pullin' up with choppers, yeah I'm dropping about eighty

Shit, I meant a hundred

I told that bitch to go cause' she ain't give me nothing

Where the fuck you going, ain't no games like why you running?

We pull up, we chop up shit that shit get ugly

Lil' bitch was playing I just told her come and fuck me

Never mind, fuck that lil' hoe that bitch is dusty (Dirty ass bitch)

Been smoking gas till' we get slow

We been on the top shit from the get-go

Pistol in the burbs, I'm from the ghetto

I ain't never seen your true colors you a gecko

Call me on (???) cause' I can't ever let go

Sign up in Kansas, felt like Isiah Pacheco

Bitch told me that the weed was gone, I said check hoe

Uh, ain't none of it for you hoe

Kick bitches out the crib, felt like Daniel LaRusso

(???) up on arctic bitch, we ride it and get too cold

I just pulled up on the ops like about 2 poles

One block will do the shooting, other one just for show