Lights Out

I will catch you slippin'

Lights out

Stars go missin'

Comin' at me sideways

How we do it? My way

I'm still livinn' with my pops

The fuck u gonna say?

Rolinn' doja, left the homie with the motive

On the corner

Came fron nothin'

Smoking the marijuana, raw the stoner

Serving the plugs

So they can deal with the fiends

I ain't' got time for these beans

Makin' so many trips

I feel like I'm livin' in the 15

Mossburg loaded

If I gotta leave em' folded

Thought I told ya

I will roll ya

Like the blunt

And then I smoke ya

Now I ain't a gangster

But if you wanna take me as a bitch

I show you what the fuck this is

I take no shit

I hold my own

I've lived to be the one man army

Actin' like they gonna harm me

Don't even fuckin'get me started

I will end ya pity party

So what the fuck you gonna do?

When life is crashin' onto you?

Tired livinn'in the zoo

Gonna make it swiftly through

I'm looking far back

How much I grew

But I still new

Up in this Matrix

I am hated

With the faces

Made of two, you cannot faze me

Bitch

I'm 'bout to spark this blunt

So where my fuckin' brothers at?

Stayin' low, paper cashin', gotta get the bag

Flippin' another stack

Spinnin' im trippin' 'cuz that wood too fat

And now I need a dab of lifted dreams

I do not want yo crap

I will catch you slippin'

Lights out

Stars go missin'

Residing with the wolf and crow

No homie, I don't fuck with blow

I gotta keep my steady flow

I'm nodding off that dirty dope

That Xanax got you stuttering like a bitch

I know you need them, pills to cope

So quit ya' talking, 'fore I get to socking

I will watch you hit another low

Choke

'Till they croak

Slow from the rope

Oh no, you fucking don't

OG in the zone

Phomies get the pistol chrome

Homies only in my phone

Dosidos up in my smoke

I'm kickin' it back up in the home

The smoke is dissipating while I'm getting faded

Stated that I'm underrated

Hoe, my lungs are always vacant

For that crazy, overrated mothafuckas

I will carry

This mothafuckin' game

You hate it

'Cus I made it

I don't care ho

Strike one, I go Rambo

Strike two, thast's you, yo, grab the pole

Strike three, das me, R.I.P to all my F.O.E.S

You suckas are built too bitch and soft

I've heard it all so fuck 'em all

I will catch you slippin'

Lights out

Stars go missin'