Prod. London On Da Track
LYRICS:
[Ya’ll fuckin’ mean the world to me, straight up
Free Kodak
Free Meek
HXLFIE gon’ bring the heat, aye, yuh
aye, stand the fuck up, stand the fuck up]
OKAY
I dream in colors that blind me
I been up for weeks, I’m dying slowly huh
Sipping on codeine huh
Love when the drink come out dirty huh
I dream in colors that blind me
I been up for weeks, I’m dying slowly huh
Sipping on codeine huh
Love when the drink come out dirty huh
Love when my chick talking dirty yuh
Love when I’m home, when I’m alone
Singing my song about selling my soul
Triple six, nigga been lonely huh
Triple six, nigga been horny yuh
Triple six, nigga been born again and again
Afraid of the freedom of sin
Demons keep letting him in
Succubus giving up head
Molly, been popping this
Smoking on cannabis
Hand blocking sight while I empty clips
Bands Counted Right by the septic tanks
Never missing on no check, I’m the debt collect
Got a new Tec to protect my set
Bring it to class,
Weapons amassed by niggas with masks
Robbing the poor instead of the bank
Driving the sword while I’m bringing a tank
Way he whip hearses, hearses
HXLFIE been swerving and weaving on purpose
Burning his,
Burning his name on the pavement in cursive
Serving his,
Serving his fiends to the serpents
Not even demons deserve this kind of treatment
I ain’t sleeping on no weekend
Shit murderous
Ice on my wrist
No Peace In Rest
Eternal death is all we get
So I forget what I became through all the pain
Cut all my veins and start again
OKAY
I dream in colors that blind me
I been up for weeks, I’m dying slowly huh
Sipping on codeine huh
Love when the drink come out dirty huh
I dream in colors that blind me
I been up for weeks, I’m dying slowly huh
Sipping on codeine huh
Love when the drink come out dirty huh
Love when my chick talking dirty yuh
Love when I’m home, when I’m alone
Singing my song about selling my soul
Triple six, nigga been lonely huh
Triple six, nigga been horny yuh
Triple six, nigga been rolling on LSD, DMT
Nigga been holding on, finger been on the gun
Next time you see me I’ll blow out the roof and I’ll join the sun
Militant jit gonna die on the crucifix
Pull up to his funeral with savages
Send in some shooters to blast this shit
Bury him under his money
Come fitted with diamond rings
No casket bitch, just the finer things
You want to die a king so that money can raise ya kids?
Illuminati want a sacrifice, government want to keep the dice rolling
Yo,but my soul ain’t been stolen or sold yet, I’m a soldier
Been smoking on doja to keep my composure
Moved onto mixing up potion
New Year but on the same bullshit
I dream in colors that blind me
I been up for weeks, I’m dying slowly huh
Sipping on codeine huh
Love when the drink come out dirty yuh
Love when my chick talking dirty yuh
Love when I’m home, when I’m alone
Singing my song about selling my soul
Triple six, nigga been lonely huh
Triple six
WRITTEN BY:
Bradley Brea