Shit Talka

Pourin up that oil that shit been nasty

body get spoiled hit em wit da heat

got that purple im sippin classy

on the crosswalk he lay deceased

his funeral, is open casket

at the scene covered by burgundy sheets

his lil bitch crying wearing his jacket

later that night gotta keep her from sleep

fucking this shit classic

she said she like doggystyle i said ride my meat

now the next day popping xannies

hopefully she forget by next week

sip my henny pop my vicodin then lay desceased

puffing off this blunt i cant pass it

shit all my old clothes that shit reeks

pop a 60 the high is what i seek

pop a shroom tab then fall asleep

asked for help no one wait for me

my mama aint no crackhead

but that coke sent her to sleep

im sitting here wishing she aint had it

know i cant do nun but say that should of been me

i know ecstasy wont help it

but it do help me get through the week

thought he was something talking gang shit

went from running that mouth to tryna be sweet