Haters they always gonna hate But fk it life's GREAT I was at the bottom of the barrel With barrel in my pocket Pop off like a rocket, too many pills I was Poppin the whole hood watching the whole hood dropping Fetty whipped us out The kids out cold coppin Heard they mobbin n Robbin
Yeah, drop a four, mix it up like a chemist Purp' prescription said it's from the Dentist Rocking '08 Chanel like it's vintage Pour a line, I'ma drink me a sentence I been too close to death to be sinnin' Like that boy drew a tech, I'ma finish I done paid up the rest, I'm committed Pour that mud, it's gon' fuck with my vision Plastic cups, it's gon' fuck up my dishes It's gon' kill me but that's how I'm livin' Tryna kill me, need four to five niggas Make 'em sing when this 45 hit 'em Baby Nina with four to five in it Make the baddest bitch fuck with my niggas I won't love hеr but trust in my niggas She wanna fall in love, I don't trust her Spеnd a lot on drugs, it's no budget Say, "Hit me with the mud," I'm like, "Fuck it" Got me stuck in my ways, no budgin' Fresh to death, the coupe suicide Pack 'em up, fit like two inside My opps mad that I'm doing fine Call two freaks, make 'em intertwine Tryna hide how I feel, pour my heart with the seal Started coping with pills 'cause they numb how I feel And I gave her my all 'cause I thought she was real It's so easy to fall when you king of the hill
