Son One - Glover64

Don't call the phone I got my dope rolled chrome blowing O's
Vacant ashes in my chest I think I got no soul
No dough feeling empty in a hole
Hoe you know how it go
I got smoke for the choke barely tightened up the rope
Got my dope rolled chrome blowing O's
Vacant ashes in my chest I think I got no soul
No dough feeling empty in a hole
Hoe you know how it go
I got smoke for the choke barely tightened up the rope
Now I'm swanging off the porch with both my feet up
Contemplating suicide if I can't pay the meter
But I got a couple quarters in my pocket if you tryna smoke
I'm rolling up with backwoods tucked up in the spokes
Cause now I'm riding and I'm flying down the avenue
The Lordz of Brooklyn backing what I gotta do to you
In full effect and give a fuck about the brass tacks
Rappers in a body bag, autographing toe tags
I slide the glove on to see if it fits
The missing wizard of this rap shit stuck in the pit
I need my left and my right, but gotta wait for the fight
So they can get me outta here and watch the kingdom unite
I'm wilding out for the night, got a couple blunts in my coat
Been writing lyrics with your sister and that murder she wrote
I'm smoking dope with the pope before the rope's at my throat
Ain't been decisive with this life, I gotta get what I'm owed
Don't call the phone I got my dope rolled chrome blowing O's
Vacant ashes in my chest I think I got no soul
No dough feeling empty in a hole
Hoe you know how it go
I got smoke for the choke barely tightened up the rope
Got my dope rolled chrome blowing O's
Vacant ashes in my chest I think I got no soul
No dough feeling empty in a hole
Hoe you know how it go
I got smoke for the choke barely tightened up the rope

Written by:
Jackson McLeer

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