[Hook: Kierre]
Still profit off the pill poppin' long as you keep it on the low (On the low)
I should know, used to be getting that honor roll (That honor roll)
On a roll, roll up L and it's for the low
I got what you need and it's goin for five below (Five below)
Buy some more, know I'm a stoner, my eyes is low (Eyes is low)
Pour up four then a young nigga gotta go (Gotta go)
Vamanos, we serve the junkies that rock and roll (That rock and roll)
I'm thinking bout copping a mufuckin Wesson, Smithson
Had to get out the way so a young nigga made it a mission
We is not living our lives yeah we just is existing
I might have to call my producer a cracker he is one
We gon' cook up in the kitchen
I'm bringing the hits like a Doordash delivery
Screaming for help but nobody was listening
I'm just tryna keep going I needed a minute
[Post-Hook: Kierre]
They said I was the problem I'm really a victim
The rest of my life gon be fighting it afflictions
Pray to god I don’t get caught in the system
[Verse 1: Kierre]
If I fuck up then it's none of your business
Psychedelics had me seeing the vision
Got Mac 11s for them niggas thats tripping
Had to ask the reverend if I’m really a christian
Uh, Turnt all my niggas to socialists
Feds tryna bag us we must look like groceries
We really be toting so please don't get close to me
Nigga a joke if he thought he could rope me in
I’m still a addict ain’t no walking round it
Beat the pussy got some bush all on it
These walls got a lot to say
I'mma have to stay so we can talk about it
[Hook: Kierre]
Still profit off the pill poppin' long as you keep it on the low (On the low)
I should know, used to be getting that honor roll (That honor roll)
On a roll, roll up L and it's for the low
I got what you need and it's goin for five below (Five below)
Buy some more, know I'm a stoner, my eyes is low (Eyes is low)
Pour up four then a young nigga gotta go
Vamanos, we serve the junkies that rock and roll (That rock and roll)
I'm thinking bout copping a mufuckin Wesson, Smithson
Had to get out the way so a young nigga made it a mission
We is not living our lives yeah we just is existing
I might have to call my producer a cracker he is one
We gon' cook up in the kitchen
I'm bringing the hits like a Doordash delivery
Screaming for help but nobody was listening
I'm just tryna keep going I needed a minute
[Post-Hook: Kierre]
They said I was the problem I'm really a victim
The rest of my life gon be fighting it afflictions
Pray to god I don’t get caught in the system'
[Verse 2: 29PG]
Mr. 29, Talk your shit (Talk that shit, Talk that shit, You already know what's going on)
Mr. Suave in the building
Twenty-first year, feeling a failure
Dropped out of college it felt like detention
I need some space to rock and roll
Mama was mad that I ain't make that honor roll
A nigga jumped into the rap game Geronimo
Two whips for my niggas that's slanging shit on the low
Circle always shrinking, fake niggas they gotta go
Cook up on the beat man that shit look like casserole
Can't live for a 9-to-5, Leave you working til' 95
Cause workers be snitch nine, I say it's bag time
[?] like they be on your [?]
You like to slave, I ain't living that life (Fuck, no)
Reap what you sow what I reap is sublime
Still profit off the pill poppin' long as you keep it on the low (On the low)
I should know, used to be getting that honor roll (That honor roll)
On a roll, roll up L and it's for the low
I got what you need and it's goin for five below (Five below)
Buy some more, know I'm a stoner, my eyes is low (Eyes is low)
Pour up four then a young nigga gotta go (Gotta go)
Vamanos, we serve the junkies that rock and roll (That rock and roll)
I'm thinking bout copping a mufuckin Wesson, Smithson
Had to get out the way so a young nigga made it a mission
We is not living our lives yeah we just is existing
I might have to call my producer a cracker he is one
We gon' cook up in the kitchen
I'm bringing the hits like a Doordash delivery
Screaming for help but nobody was listening
I'm just tryna keep going I needed a minute
[Post-Hook: Kierre]
They said I was the problem I'm really a victim
The rest of my life gon be fighting it afflictions
Pray to god I don’t get caught in the system
[Verse 1: Kierre]
If I fuck up then it's none of your business
Psychedelics had me seeing the vision
Got Mac 11s for them niggas thats tripping
Had to ask the reverend if I’m really a christian
Uh, Turnt all my niggas to socialists
Feds tryna bag us we must look like groceries
We really be toting so please don't get close to me
Nigga a joke if he thought he could rope me in
I’m still a addict ain’t no walking round it
Beat the pussy got some bush all on it
These walls got a lot to say
I'mma have to stay so we can talk about it
[Hook: Kierre]
Still profit off the pill poppin' long as you keep it on the low (On the low)
I should know, used to be getting that honor roll (That honor roll)
On a roll, roll up L and it's for the low
I got what you need and it's goin for five below (Five below)
Buy some more, know I'm a stoner, my eyes is low (Eyes is low)
Pour up four then a young nigga gotta go
Vamanos, we serve the junkies that rock and roll (That rock and roll)
I'm thinking bout copping a mufuckin Wesson, Smithson
Had to get out the way so a young nigga made it a mission
We is not living our lives yeah we just is existing
I might have to call my producer a cracker he is one
We gon' cook up in the kitchen
I'm bringing the hits like a Doordash delivery
Screaming for help but nobody was listening
I'm just tryna keep going I needed a minute
[Post-Hook: Kierre]
They said I was the problem I'm really a victim
The rest of my life gon be fighting it afflictions
Pray to god I don’t get caught in the system'
[Verse 2: 29PG]
Mr. 29, Talk your shit (Talk that shit, Talk that shit, You already know what's going on)
Mr. Suave in the building
Twenty-first year, feeling a failure
Dropped out of college it felt like detention
I need some space to rock and roll
Mama was mad that I ain't make that honor roll
A nigga jumped into the rap game Geronimo
Two whips for my niggas that's slanging shit on the low
Circle always shrinking, fake niggas they gotta go
Cook up on the beat man that shit look like casserole
Can't live for a 9-to-5, Leave you working til' 95
Cause workers be snitch nine, I say it's bag time
[?] like they be on your [?]
You like to slave, I ain't living that life (Fuck, no)
Reap what you sow what I reap is sublime
( Kierre )
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