Trill Hill - Outro

6 blunts in rotation
Nigga it's a smoke a thon
Curing up my greens
I ain't talking bout a lawn
Head on a swivel
We be dodging Babylon
Screaming fuck the cops
And it's never gonna stop
Injustice in the streets
We never getting peace
Feelin like I'm safe
When ducked off in the East
Side of daygo city
Problems I got plenty
Mental state unsteady
We all in the same boat
Life is fucked up
Crooked like the fuckin Pope
Never criticize the
Potent dope I smoke
I'm losing hope
But trynna keep my head up
Sock a racist bitch out
Cuz a nigga fed up
Poppin like burretas
Never gamble on the weather
While I'm rocking black leather
Dock Martin boots on
You can get stomped on
Not a violent nigga
Piss I'm off I'm getting physco
Never to be played with
Nigga check yo fico
Nigga get yo credit up
And take care of yo people

Baby got exclusive talents specially when it comes to throat
Bringing it so raw dog I ain't bout to sugar coat
Pick a muthafukin' side you either playing friend of foe
Wack niggas got to go patients running very low
That mean a nigga gotta smoke a connoisseur with the dro
Addicted to my aura cuz I got the glow
Your lady bumping all my music
I thought I saw her at my show
But I ain't on no sucka shit
Tell a hater suck my dick staring nigga take a pic
Y'all niggas prime suspects sipping sending long texts never been that type of nigga
Miss me with that bullshit y'all niggas looking very asked I ain't talking Ludacris
No disrespect
I'm saving up my fuckin checks investing flipping coming next

Written by:
Ian Hill

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