Steven Moses - I Can't Eat lyrics

I been up lately, I don't really sleep Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat If you need work, you can join the team I got a bad b**h rolling through the hood with me And B got 30 in the Magazine Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me? Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean I'm rollin', I'm poppin xannies, like they some candy I cannot love no thotties, ho understand me I'm zooted, I'm f**ing snoozin', lean got me sleepy High as f**, I'm off the molly, I'm sipping Fiji I can't f** with no fake sh**, love me or leave me Do sh**, I really move sh**, they cannot see me Or stop me, don't gotta prove sh**, don't do no talking Off it, she said I'm awful, I know I'm awful Don't love me, don't gotta like me, just give me top now No I do not wanna hear you talk, and you can stop now Ho, you got me f**ed up if you think I give a f** now Juice, jugs, and f**ing money, all I give a f** 'bout I been up lately, I don't really sleep Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat If you need work, you can join the team I got a bad b**h rolling through the hood with me And B got 30 in the Magazine Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me? Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean This pretty hate machine, she wit' me, yeah she love my gear She only want me 'cause of my gear, but I don't really care This pack as loud as Papa Roach, I blow it everywhere I smoke 'til I condone, I gotta get there All this codeine moved my bones, now I'm outchea All we do is sin here, it ain't sincere This loud wolf stay wit' the pack, yeah It's still so hard to relax though I pop maj just to get up off my a** Yeah, I make the block look like Candyland I don't want this sh** to end No, I don't want this sh** to end here I been up lately, I don't really sleep Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat If you need work, you can join the team I got a bad b**h rolling through the hood with me And B got 30 in the Magazine Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me? Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean