System

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They say a real nigga never ever play the victim
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since my first blunt I've been overthinking
(Ever since my first blunt)

Looking at my enemies, we ain’t even different
Looking at my past, some of thе shit I did was sickening
The future nеver come so I've been living in the moment
Can't see no competition, it’s like I'm my only opponent

Yeah
Ask any nigga, any 304
I'm still the realest in this hoe
(Realest in this hoe)
Yeah
Don't want your pussy
Bitch, I want your soul
These bitches come and they go
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We came from the mud, we came from the slums
Been talking to my mama, tryna be a better son
My intuition telling me my time is almost done
My past always chasing, all my life been on the run

Yeah
The money make the world go round
What's the price?
We don't play no games
This my last roll of the dice
I take my secrets to the grave
Won't tell a soul ‘til I die
I let the birds out the cage
I watch ‘em fly in the sky

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They say a real nigga never ever play the victim
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since my first blunt I've been overthinking
(Ever since my first blunt)

Looking at my enemies, we ain’t even different
Looking at my past, some of the shit I did was sickening
The future never come so I’ve been living in the moment
Can't see no competition, it’s like I'm my only opponent

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many drugs in my motherfucking system
Bitches don't love, they just looking for attention
Too many drugs in my motherfucking system
Buried in my past is some shit I won't mention

I don’t got too many friends
I don't got too many foes
You're sick of doing me wrong
I'm sick of letting it go
Don't like to talk on the phone
Sometimes the trap feel like home
Bitch, I'm Sylvester Stallone
I know when something is wrong

I don't got too many friends
I don't got too many foes
You're sick of doing me wrong
I'm sick of letting it go
Don't like to talk on the phone
Sometimes the trap feel like home
Bitch, I'm Sylvester Stallone
I know when something is wrong

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They say a real nigga never ever play the victim
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Too many drugs in my system
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since my first blunt I've been overthinking