Lethal Injection
(Intro)
Mama, JTC back on the beat again
(Chorus)
Hook me to the IV
Lethal injection through my body, just leave me dyin’
My heart don’t beat the same like it used to do
And I feel wrong, it’s been so long
They can point me out ‘cause I do what I do
How they know I’m okay if they don’t hit my phone?
(Verse 1)
So my life’s been tough but I still get by
Never gave up on shit ‘cause I still gotta try
So much pain so it’s hard to lie
I’m tired, I don’t feel like the man but somehow , I still get admired
You gone ride for me without no tires
It’s some rules inside the game that I ain’t learned yet
Putting water under bridges you ain’t burned yet
It get dark around the picture, I ain’t talking about a vignette
I’ma mix the shit out with the presets
Put a little more cash inside my pockets
If you don’t like that, why the fuck is you watching?
Praying for my brother, best believe that I got you
Really on the grind, call me just can’t quit
We been playing checkers not chess, niggas moving real stupid so you better get back on your shit
And I ain’t saying that I’m really perfect, my skin fucked up but I still might pull a nigga bitch
Shout out Stephen King, I ain’t locking no shops, I ain’t running from the smoke but it’s something in the mist
Who the fuck said I’m a player on the team when I own the whole thing so I make my picks
On the microphone, I be leaving fire when I’m on it , only the diamonds froze
I don’t rock designer clothes ‘cause I got my own drip, my style so wild
Come and walk in my shoes , you won’t get no miles
You gone see straight white whenever I smile
About to be 21, I can’t be no child
So treat me like a king , bitch, hand me that crown
She gone ride up on the dick but I had to tell her get off
You might see me in Augusta but I’m one to send the hit off
I been balling on these niggas, they don’t need to do the tip off
And I keep so many rings , you can catch me at the kickoff
That’s light work, got the black ripped jeans with the white shirt
When I blow up, bet my neck look like a iceberg
You might catch me posted up with the spice girls
Shade is real, the tint is getting better
Lose your life behind that fucking bezel
Dead opps that I don’t remember
Early morning, smoking Fruity Pebbles
Really grinding, had to be the man
Dropping heat this summer, catch a tan
Clean nigga, still dirty dan
I’m picking up dust just like a fan
Talking to her while a nigga in it
Might travel back and cop some shit from Lennox
Be the fakest niggas that be in your image
So crop them out and leave them out descriptions
I’m just speeding on them, trying to push the limits
Supersonic, OKC, you get it
I’ma take it out and then I bet she lick it
I ain’t letting niggas go against the realest
(Chorus)
Hook me to the IV
Lethal injection through my body, just leave me dyin’
My heart don’t beat the same like it used to do
And I feel wrong, it’s been so long
They can point me out ‘cause I do what I do
How they know I’m okay if they don’t hit my phone?