I was riding round on Pac
Feeling like death around the corner
(Yeah, yeah)
PO call me saying I ain't gotta come in no more
Now I'm a stoner
(Ay, one of y'all niggas fye me up nigga shit fye me up)
I'm smokin' gas, poppin' pills at the same time (same time)
Got two bitches goin' off the same line, same time
Yeen my brother, but we the same kind (same kind)
Finally get it ya know it take time, the same time

How you gon' pop at me when we just popped at opps together
How it always be the closest nigga to you prayin' to devils
Screamin' rest in peace, but really you at peace
Playin' wit my shovel, 'cause you can't check a G
The death of me will have you feeling better

Pay off a nigga who I thought was my bro
But been a ho you clever
Go get your money back from them pussy niggas
I was tweaking hoe next level
Playing wit a half a mil'
Same time I was telling homies, it'll get better
I was on the wanted list still hitting licks
For myself and fam and you never

I'm riding round on Pac
Feeling like death around the corner
(Yeah, yeah)
PO call me saying I ain't gotta come in no more
Now I'm a stoner
(Ay, one of y'all niggas fye me up nigga shit fye me up)
I'm smokin' gas, poppin' pills at the same time (same time)
Got two bitches goin' off the same line, same time
Yeen my brother, but we the same kind (same kind)
Finally get in ya know it's day time, the same time

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Writer(s): Marcus Lee Murray, Mariel Orr