The Sandman
Every time I'm low I roll one up so I can feel high
Tryna live a long life so I can watch 'em all die
Not a rough edge on my flow the boy is smooth and sanded
Keep two heaters instead of extensions cuz' them bitches known for jamming
Click clack that's all you'll hear after that
Kuz if the shots were meant for you, you're not supposed to hear the blast
I swear it's taking so much out of me not to lurk and pull that mask down
My son is the only reason so many of y'all are even getting a pass right now
But if I see you before I'm spotted and I got it on me OD gon blow
The last tag that's popped off your body will be the one off your big toe
Not sorry for how I am it's with my city taught me
Come here and find a whole lot of numbered cards over casings and chalking
Balloons tied to telephone poles right next to that corner store
Where you took that last trip for snacks, but never found your way back home
If you've ever done me bad say a 1000 prayers I don't touch a Mil
Cause when I do everyone's getting peeled and I promise it will all be for the thrill
No crust in my eyes the sandman does not visit me
Do not trust the Maroge get too close and be deceived
For as long as I'm alive and even when I shed this being
I will once again arise inside the ones who feel the bleeding
Help me! I'm calling out can anybody hear
My scream! There's only one thing that I fear
And it might be the death of me but that's OK
Cuz' we all meet that bitch in the end anyway
I know this shits coming like bubbling stomachs
I'm not very trusting get down when I up it
Bullets be buzzing, sending away, whatever they're touching
Blade in your guts let's see what your lunch is
They're shooting for nothing so if there's no soft throwing punches
If you got it you better pull out and bust it in my city there ain't no ducking you're either in the dirt or above it
Bleh too ill no doc no pills I'm just that sick
Too real that's why there's no love I don't need none eat a fat dick
Choke on a chunk on the way down, thrown in the trunk unknown whereabouts
Stroke of luck if they ever find out throat full of mud let's hear you talk now
Sleep on me all you want I'll wake you the fuck up and then you right back down
I don't have to lift a finger to get you touched, but I know you don't want to take that route
My own mama barely knows me what the fuck makes you think that you do
People will run with a lie before they ever live with the truth
Spit it till my tongues torn you ain't getting backdoored
Whore you're getting front porched
We gon pull up in Whips with no tints kuz
Anybody out that bitch when I hop out has no chance to live
No crust in my eyes the sandman does not visit me
Do not trust the Maroge get too close and be deceived
For as long as I'm alive and even when I shed this being
I will once again arise inside the ones who feel the bleeding
Help me! I'm calling out can anybody hear
My scream! There's only one thing that I fear
And it might be the death of me but that's OK
Cuz' we all meet that bitch in the end anyway
