Roll this dope, smoke this dope

Then I come with the coldest flow

Phone is blowin up

But I ain't got time for bitches, u know it, hoe

I can spit fast or slow

Shut the fuck up 'bout my accent, hoe

Got my flow so cold

When snow turns to rain, I change it back to snow

Bag of dope and a pack of smokes is all I need

lma bang my head to the bass and smoke potent till I fall asleep

These voices in my head, I gotta pop a couple pills before they start to talk to me

Bitch, you gotta know, when it comes to dope

DeeplyFIawed a fiend

Rolling dope, smokin dope until I fucking OD

Voices in my dome, all alone but never lonely

Vision always blurry, brain is fried, I'm looking like a skeleton

Wake up early in the morning just to go to bed again

I can't even move until the pills start kicking in

Every night I die and every day I learn to live again

I still keep trying to fight off the demons in my fucking head

When I close my eyes, a-all I see is bloody red