Vizine

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?

But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?

Why can't I trust what I see?

My-my scene just a crime scene

Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah

My team, we divide teams

Talkin' dirty money? Check the hygienes

All the dirty money get dry cleaned

Talkin' dirty money, Sam Rothstein

Had my goons kidnap your offsprings

While I was working on my golf swing

Ooh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares

It's a cold world, I got an ice grill

No one man should have all that power

If he can't afford to pay the light bill

I got a forcefield over my heartbeat

The window seal with no door key

I'm poppin' pills to feel more me

Cut off the wings now I'm soaring

And I never feel like poor me

I'd rather feel like the old me

I was born with wheels and I roll deep

I could make the devil get cold feet

Don't light the clove unless it's four leaf

Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef

On my face, I tatted me a Fleur de Lis

Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?

I could tell you better than you showed me

I could show you better than you told me

I'm an OG up in OT and it's no sleep till it's roast beef

I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep

Better go figure, better go deep

Pass no judgement, pass your weed

I'm the GOAT nigga, no goatee

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?

But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?

Why can't I trust what I see?

Mmm, sippin' on purple like it's herbal

Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle

On turbo, you don't wanna disturb him

Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber

Damn, I done dropped too many ashes on my turban

I done seen so many titties on Bourbon

Live a different kind of lifestyle

Different color diamonds, got a nigga lookin' like sherbert

Stepped to the plate, knocked it out the park

Eat a nigga face like a tiger shark

Dressed in all red like Olajuwon

My niggas hit your safe like the Holocaust

My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Moss'd

My nigga treat the K just like a love

Got a lawyer and an agent but I'm the boss

And my heart always racin' but never lost

Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support

Now I'm lookin' at the riot report

Went and looked at the final score

Bedroom got revolvin' doors

Bitches in and out smilin' more

Than children smilin' at a carnival

Ain't got nothing in common but the common cold

Big Bs nigga, honor roll

Hold up, I think I found the flow

Started from the bottom bitch

Never been monogamous, never been monotonous

Never been anonymous, money is unanimous

Always had accomplices, always had conglomerates

Always let the chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip

You runnin' out of time, so you better know what time it is

You runnin' out of tears and you runnin' out of volunteers

Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo

Cocaine price low, call that a low blow

Tunechi like Pablo, kis in the rowboat

Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't showboat

Sippin' on the slowpoke, movin' like a tugboat

Smokin' like a steamboat, fuckin' on a love boat

Better read the ransom note before you read the love note

Don't know if it's sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

Why do I look up and see my feet? Am I rising?

But why do my peak look like it's out of my reach?

Why can't I trust what I see?

Oh why am I so kamikaze

Why can't I stay in my seat?

I'm so hyphy try me

Why do I see these bloody bodies?

Why do I love what I see?

Why me? Oh-why oh-why-oh why me?

R.I.P, if you can't live in peace, then you can die in peace

As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine