I wanna talk to all you addicts out there That's got to suffer great big Joan And you done tried all the methadone And you just can't leave that heroin alone I wonder, have you tried? Don't just touch down, I'm so grateful Numbers so low, bitch be thankful They say don't let money change you That's how we know, money ain't you Bitch I been had, bitch it's been bad We buy big boats, bitch I'm Sinbad Downright sinful, bitch we been full All my dope boys, we like Kenfolk Be more Burnspoon, DC glass pipe V8 synth bells, bout that trap life Blew through thousands, we made millions Cocaine soldiers, want civilians Bought hoes Hondas, took care children Lent my pastor, built out buildings Rapped on classics, I been brilliant Now we blend in, we chameleons Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby, try me one more time Oh baby, I'm bout to go out of my mind I can't Who else got the luxury to drop when he want Cause nobody else can fuck with me What a show off, nigga wrist for wrist Let's have a glow off, fuck it brick for brick Let's have a blow off, if we go by connections made I can still climb ladders when complexions fade White on white, that's the tester Black on black, that's the Tesla See these diamonds in this watch face All that shit came from pressure They don't miss you till you gone with the wind And they tired of dancing like a yin yang twin You can't have the yin without the yang my friend Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in Can't escape the scale if I tried Interstate trafficking's a live push Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby, try me one more time Oh baby, I'm bout to go out of my mind Still fresh off the boat niggas Don't make me super soak niggas Your life ends up a quote nigga The good die young, all dogs go to heaven It's really just mamas falling out on the reverend I play musical chairs with these squares Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's Cocaine concierge Longest running trapper of the year Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan Season my sauce like Zatarain's Is he still in the caravan? No, it's Emil in the caravan Richard Mille on a leather band Behind the wheel like an ambulance On my way up to Maryland Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby, try me one more time Oh baby, I'm bout to go out of my mind I can't Come back baby, try me one more time Oh baby, I'm bout to go out of my mind I can't