Black Sheep - SIRI CAN YOU HELP ME (feat. C41D)

Diamonds round my chain, I got money round my neck
You can call me Mackned, I got my life on deck
Got a stripper in my phone, I ain't even gotta flex
Got her number off a flyer that was posted in the rec
In my bag I got some tec, not a nine, they getting high shit
They don't want me around, unless they know that I supply shit
Henny or the lean, or the food that I'mma buy shit
I'm fussy with my food, but if it's drugs then I'mma try shit
I'm not tryna die shit, living unhealthy
Salmon bagels for my breakfast, living like I'm wealthy
Screaming down the phone, asking Siri how to help me
Drowning in the liquor, only sipping top shelf G
Smoke in the doja, I want drip from dolce gabana
And i get so yacked when i sip on the potion,
Shot through the head of Havana
The weed got force skywalk on the beat, yeah, like I am the father
Run from stress, life or death, like a game of would you rather
If you're coming for my brother, got a bullet with your name on
Saying that I changed, but I've been this way since day one
Better do it with your chest, if you're gonna say sumn
Comfy in the gritty, feds ask questions, I don't say nun
Never let em on to my knowlege, yea i play dumn
Told him how you're gonna eat if you're always inside the station
If a pussy want a beef, let it be, until the day comes
Seasoning the scene, and me and 699 the flavor

Written by:
black sheep

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