I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
Meditation, no medication can't help me to chill
Sunroof flow so over your head
Are gonna help me get ahead
You got to have your game tight
To help me commit suicide
When i pull up in that candy range
Help me grow to blow the stage,
The money ain't running, it's standing still now
But god is there to catch me and help me through somehow
Remember the pain you brought me?
Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby
He told me he could help me write rhymes
When i get my hands on nines
Gonna help me get that
She was wet off the bat
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