Never let a man tell you what you can and what you can't do Producing, production, my head cannot function But dudes these days cannot neck in the grass I'm talking to spirits, I'm already dead Corrupted this culture, that government gang Look at this weather, I'm feeding the rain *** an ID, I don't need no name Medicaid now with a blunt reframe Pop a couple tats, trip out insane This is the message of anger and pain Life is a bitch so we cannot complain Talk to a beast when a beast must speak Preach all that bullshit he'd get in your head Only thing in common, someday we'll be dead Pick up that number to fill in with lead Ancient, my art in the bullet with spark Keep setting it, see what it's like in the dark So, ooh, moving, confusion I'm cutting it later like hello, goodbye And I'm killing these haters, they patiently waiting I'm beating, forsaking, I can't, I can still ADHD, they pop that pill Drug filling them lights out And that Cadillac in your brain is spilling My pen is red and I'm feeling stupid That's gang relation, no hesitation So moving, this product won't get you not killed Skin in my pocket, my spine will just chill Feeling this evil, my head will just tilt Cuffing the ill, danger my zone Feeling so home, I'm feeling so blown I'm feeling so blown Don't mess around with me Every day, because of what's going on I just don't care about the fact that There's blood in my pocket, no Pictures, coffee, let's get drunk Smoking, growing up, let's have fun Lucia, PC on the roof, no Remember when your girl was in a club, no I'm like 5-6, she's like C-8 90's is my theme 11, 12, today I'm still in my thirties I get to listen to Robiola Coppia Some time to start Boy, my pen is so stupid, when I take a sip Beware, don't try anything Don't waste your money, life is light Between rap, clouds and sun Until the time is red If you're drunk, hide behind the locks Cigarette, Oluji, Medik8 What do we do about it? No drugs, Sense8 Who am I? No duty When I'm high, I'm very, very high The drug stays after the NSA LSA, LSD, RCD TV, K5 The first one is luck If you can just pay for a hotel I can go to the port The hotel is open, if you just want to get drunk You should open your eyes If you're ready to lose your mind When I save it Then I get to the air Smoke and then I go to the roof Immediately I turn to the news The wind or the wind Means bad news It opens the container Like I'm going to run out of room Space cake out of my mouth I'm on the lookout, not from the mouth The style is as cold as my backyard But still, I'm in the mood Soon this fatal track is behind In the way of the road, I empty the stage Until I press the button Or when I get back with a stick My hand shakes, I run out of beer I open my nose and run away Like I'm not a *** man anymore You can put up with it When you're drunk You're high, I'm very, very high When you sit down You're full of vitamins I look at the bar or the line You're a salesman I close the door of the living room Even if it's because I'm going to the village Shut up, I'm good at talking When I'm in the mood Just tell me what's on your mind You can take me with you But the most important thing is I don't care what this good feeling is I don't need a tent If I can stay in my room The city line is on fire It's about to explode In the open, in places, in places In a corner, in a corner And the only thing that matters Is that you know it When you're drunk When you're high I run out of beer I open my nose and run away Like I'm not a *** man anymore You can put up with it When you're drunk You're high, I'm very, very high When you sit down You're full of vitamins I look at the bar or the line You're a salesman I close the door of the living room Even if it's because I'm going to the village Shut up, I'm good at talking When I'm in the mood Just tell me what's on your mind You can take me with you But the most important thing is I don't care what this good feeling is I don't need a tent