Sleazy - Lucky

Bold ass replies always tripping and fussing
She told me to die if I did I’d be lucky
On some real shit my mind is disgusting
Discussing some bullshit don’t mind the assumptions but
I done been tripping dawg
Fell on my face I don’t like this position dawg
Man I try to get up I can’t get it dawg
And it try get her out I can’t get her off
Can’t get her off of my mental
Kill instrumentals I swear I jus pick em off
And I’m switching my rhyme like the rental
Ain’t incidental I swear I’m too nice man
Like a chauffeur that’s got a lil ice and couple a bottles locked in for the night
Couple a baddies a gar wit the sprite
They acting like models they car got the light
That bitch broke
Ride by lone or a couple a hoe’s but my cargo is light tho
Aside from the homies or couple a hoes
This cigar smoke is mine hoe
When I’m alone and there’s no body home feel my sorrows ignite yo
Y’all sippin' patron I jus hit on my dro and I feel it’s alright doe
Indecisive
Do I go on or I go end my life man
But suicide never the right plan
You decide if you choosing some life
Or choosing some drugs them booted up nights
No use you ain’t using em right
No tools that you utilize
So they jus causing you confusion and blindness
Call em up say the usual price
I’m new to my eye bein open truly
I can’t criticize the younger generation
I had big homies that was joking too me
Sayin Brett I better never catch yo ass if you tripping acid or you smoking doobies
Then it’s seven years later I was talking to lil homie Seth the way big homies do it cause
Watch for your brothers
Time on my hands
But the tik tok is thunderin
Calm surface but under neath got a bad bitch giving bomb service cause she wanted me
But now she talk circles
And if she’s wanting me to set her free she gon need atleast about a tall serving of gods Words
The way a god word it
I ain’t gods servant
Gotta godly purpose
But I am not perfect
I am not searching for a job worthy of me
Cock surfers always talk dirty of me
But they not hurting me
Smokin some strong call my pot hurcules
Ride by lone or a couple a hoe’s but my cargo is light tho
Aside from the homies or couple a hoes
This cigar smoke is mine hoe
When I’m alone and there’s no body home feel my sorrows ignite yo
Y’all sippin patron I jus hit on my dro and I feel it’s alright doe

Written by:
Brett Corns

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