Yeah, So
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman
[Verse 1]
Sinister as giving Manson literature to the children
Thoughts of a youthful villain, windows is floor to ceiling
Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication
Only baring my patience cause I'm knowing Hell is waiting
Still a sh** talking, blunt sparking
Henny bottle to the face type n***a
Take yo' mama on a date type n***a
Half a pint, I mean an eight my n***a
Straight act b**h, I'm too throwed to react, sh**
The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green
Load up like a motherf**ing chess team, you know heem
It's Dolla hoe, b**hes blowing jarda off the Ivory Coast
Having dinner on lobster boat
I spit the sh** to give Barack a poke
Give a cop a choke
Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke, p**y
Light the dope, light the
Light the dope n***a, light the
Yo
[Verse 2]
Light the dope, no hope for the weak
Four O's in the cream with four hoes in the jeep
Two cups cause its only for me, you know
Came up off of one too many Narcos and parked yo' sh**
Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO
Opiates flowing, I hope my heart go
Still jumping n***as after rap shows
Still rob a n***a if the cash low
Same n***a sleeping back of cla**, yo
Miseducation getting bad though
The government is like the f**ing muppets
Obama just another f**ing puppet
You know it and you motherf**ers love it
But ain't sh** change unless you do it, n***a
I'm f**ed up
Lemme hear that
Still hit a lick just if the cash low
Yeah, So