[Chorus]
What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store
Barely even said he at the front door
Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours
[Verse 1]
I got ebola flow
Blowing holes in ho's and pros who still take photos though
Load the bow with potent doses of that malatov the show
Go from show to show be f**in' hoes they want the totem pole
Only f** with bros and girls who sing along with boats & ho's
So much
Room for activity, prove divinity
And Bruce was spiritually new to bigger things prove that physically
They wanna lock us up in new facilities
Snatch us from vicinity
Just cause of the deepness of our pigment G
Major in minorities
Love is just a heart disease
I can feel the demons festering inside my arteries
Then released in artistry
Cupid mastered archery
And he's a flying baby I think I can manage armories
Harmony achieved and I could part the seas i'm
Blessed but never sneeze and that's just my hypothesis
Just a theory, in search for success you shouldn't fear the
Potential chance to fail or do you motherf**as hear me singing what for?
[Chorus]
What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store
Barely even said he at the front door
Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours
[Verse 2]
This prescription listen, I'm penicillin
Viscous, writtens hittin'
Premonitions, this is foretold
I need more gold
I need more flows, more ho's, more clothes
My heart beats in morse code, but what for?
I said I just needed love, I needed much more
I said, I don't wanna hug I wanna f** more
I said, falling deeper down like n***a what floor?
Find my love is d** or lust or back and forth
Pen and pad & that's an acid dragon boi
I been asking god for faith and money sh** what matters more?
I been stuck in ruts and dodging bullsh** askin' matadors
I'm 21 make the greatest rappers look like amateurs but what for?
[Chorus]
What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store
Barely even said he at the front door
Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours
[Verse 3: Whispers]
Lucy after Lucy roll another doobie sprinkling leak inside my leaf start to tweakin' gettin' groovy
I can't tell you but I love it life is easier to deal with when your attitude is f** it temptation call it seen call it foolery if not
We all love to touch the stove although we know its f**ing hot
Like the block consequences always outweighed over war
Like an out patient who's outta patience im pacing for war
Its the thrill its the rush I know mentally its foolish
Whats the point in having rules if you can't break em then you useless
Been a left lane n***a, stretch cane n***a, one two inside your nose and clear your chest pains n***a like
What for, hanging by, a sinner's at the drug store
Barely even said he at the front door
Hate my own sh** but I love yours f** I really love yours