I'm fed up, I just wanna shoot to my mind blank The Prince in the attic, the air-frame I dirty the white, is that too fake? And I still got drugs in me, codeine, R.I.P. Pimp C Yeah, and I still got drugs on me, fed time, doesn't they catch me? They once warned me that it comes to cover cause big five need blood like it's oxygen R.I.P. Perk, get your nightmares, rack racks on your head, they doin' reconnaissance I don't wanna have them backtracked, shoot em' in the face I'm fed up, I just wanna shoot to my mind blank The Prince in the attic, the air-frame I dirty the white, is that too fake? And I still got drugs in me, codeine, R.I.P. Perk, get your nightmares, rack racks on your head, they doin' reconnaissance I don't wanna have them backtracked, shoot em' in the face Gas mask, like his head made of glass Crack, leave his brains on his pot in the lab Damn, y'all got niggas above, so I keep a peace Don't wanna go out like this I broke the stick in the club, just in case I gotta shoot my way out that bitch On plenty drugs, I'm out of it, I don't want the Xan I want the opposite, she don't want the pen, white like a monument Stick em' up for cash, boy, I need all of it, yeah, yeah This is a stick, that is a lick, I really been doin' it, yeah, yeah No, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no, I ain't bangin', no
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