Birdman

I refuse to lose, playa to drugs and booze
Ain't nothing new
Pain killers, p fives, grams, ones and twos
Jus copped a Q
That means it's six for me and I'll leave one for you
Hit a bitch with the ones and twos now I got bloody shoes
Dawg what's the move
I been off gambling, my brain scrambling
Whip the pot, or whip in a ambulance
You know anything can happen when it's the last quarter
Think mac & cheese jus add water gave hustlers mad trauma
Last night I contemplated murder
My body on the burner