Intro

Lyrics

[intro:sample] Mr. (?) can we bring him in Well uhh technically speaking the procedure (?) And since (?) (?) [verse:ameer vann] Sittin back on the (?) Petal to the metal never looking back Since the rubber hit the track (?) platinum track Pockets running low from the racks Tommy's never hungry in the back Wood stay fat Since tenth grade they been saying I was crazy Mama say I'm lazy Eyes pressed to the heavens always start gazing Ima start waiting To impress these corporate motherfuckers Fuck that, fuck all you mother fuckers Giggle gang (?) ain't no one above us Never holding back with all the courage you could muster You a Busta, you a lame Screaming bout the game that you run All this cocaine that you run Killing myself with all this pain in my lungs 27s on a run, 27s when I'm done Prolly off myself, with Kurt cobains gun Listen to the tape see what all the pains done Cut and run,pretend the pains done Getting the same scar, shooting the same gun I'm been the same one like ne-yo (?) dip like frito lay (?) lost some homies on the way Me and Kevin made a song about the waves And the waves that shit done changed Passed off the plane, never songed again Staring at this picture wish that he could walk up out the frame Shit will never be the same again [outro:ameer vann] I'm just tryna I'm just, I'm just tryna I'm just,fuck it