MisterMcBride - Memorial

I hit a lick on my ex when I was fifteen
That's not a lie, I stole her vape and a gram of green
Running through my mind, got me tripping on my team
Now my own man, a poet with a dream

Living my fast life like it's a moving scene
How much should I roll? Eight grams
What time should I go? No plan
How should I grow? With fam
Go with the flow, no hands

Go with the flow, caught with a bowl
Put in her throat, now go choke
Counting on the dope, like I'm the pope
Hard everyday, ain't no joke
Shooting herself along with my GoPro
Swing that bitch around, now put her in a choke hold
Smoke my fire I say that's a no-go
Roll when I smoke I call that a high roll
Roll in a Nascar, call that a low-roll
Mix my fit from Louie to the Polo
Speeding down the city, get caught by the popo
Pat me down pig, hid the weed in my afro
Old town road catch a nigga with my lasso

I hit a lick on my ex when I was fifteen
That's not a lie, I stole her vape and a gram of green
Running through my mind, got me tripping on my team
Now my own man, a poet with a dream

Written by:
Jason McBride

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