High TYP - Big Bag

This codeine is making me feel slowly
I got a pain in my heart
Is eating me so deep
I understand this pain I'm feeling so lonely
Everything I do keeps going bloody
I can't understand the pain
The pain I'm feeling, I'm feeling up in my head
No one understand the Grinding I've went through
24/7 I need to grind for the money
I need a big
I need a big
I need a big bag
Niggas don't sleep now
Until this slips out
We need a big
We need a big
We need a big bag
There's no sleep in my house
Niggas don't sleep on my couch
I'm emotionally scared
But I feel intact
Bad emotion, Bad energy
Makes me feel-really bad
Slow motion in my brain
Then I smoke some loud
Put the Lean in my cup
And my head go numb
And my mind go blind
And my legs can't walk
I can't even feel my soul
You know how I feel
Feel this codeine in my brain
I can't even go to sleep
I can't even do anything
Cause I feel so numb
And the Codeine in my vain
I can't even feel my body and my legs can't walk
Oh this codeine makes the world so slowly eh
I need a big
I need a big
I need a big bag
Niggas don't sleep now
Until this slips out
We need a big
We need a big
We need a big bag
There's no sleep in my house
Niggas don't sleep on my couch
CC's ON ME
What's the credit course
It got limited edition
You gonna speaking in tongues
Better go check out the score
It is a price of a boat
Am ma check out your speed
Am ma moving king
27k on the deck
If you think I might shoot I might wooo, would
I pray you never cross my lane's
Better go stay in your lane
The street is not a place for fun
Don't take up pains and fall
Niggas won't help you get to the door
Get up and vex and get to the door
I'm looking for a life time
My niggas will be rich having good time
Drinking, flexing, eating
Riding on the road like easy
Pop up champagne in jacuzzi ehn
Ain't no perusing
Don't make me a movie
Have a look in my life
There Ain't no TV
My heart keep, beeping, dripping, sleeping from all this history
What a Mystery
Hold it up let me put my foot in
Driving on my Benz and driving on my Bentley
I would say to my cool niggas
Driving on the benz of a G- wagon shit
I've been waiting for the Lamborghini shit
I don't know about you
If you think I'm grinding for this
I've been grinding all my life for this shit
I don't want a die poor
I don't wanna die young
I need a big bag
Until this slips out

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High TYP

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