(prod. @starboy1074)

bitch i’m going crazy

i might spend a bag on ur baby

am i crazy

i been popping all these pills as of lately

i won’t feel it

i can’t talk to these bitches when they see me

i be getting all my money give no fuck do u feel me

make it stack on my benz

i got cash in my pants

i can’t trust not again

i don’t fuck with no feelings

i got percs in my system

fuck that bitch then i ditch her

i done fuck with her sister

i done fuck with her sister

one by one like a picture

i’m ur boss u call me mister

getting cold now think it’s winter

money be calling hear them whisper

in my dreams but i won’t kiss her

see the same shit like a scripture

mix the tramadol and liquor

i done od’d but it’s no lecture

drugs gone kill me dying quicker

percy take away the pressure

but it help me with the pleasure

i’m not sober fight addiction

hope u love me no condition

like a soldier on a mission

hoodie up i leave suspicion

now they wanna take a picture

please don’t touch me no permission

how to learn? do repetition

when i speak nobody listen

shine so bright but i don’t glisten

no one listen do i whisper

lost my grip but i’m not tripping

pop these percs i’m living fiction

pop these percs i’m living fiction