Keep Your Enemies Far Enough To Fit The Pistol In Between Lyrics

Fuck my life

Fuck these drugs

I think I'm losing myself, it's not enough

When I wake up, I hit the plug

Lately I've been smoking way too much

What do I do?

I need to get paid

Sitting in the studio while the bass bang

I'm a Great Dane to you Chihuahuas,

My aim is don't miss, spin, then hit the throttle

Not famous yet but missed in Raleigh

No gang in it but the clique will squalor

Smokin on haze kush and wedding cake dabs

Homie keeps it on the low for a slab

Some of y'all don't wanna see me win, with the certainty

And some of y'all just wanna see me win to say I told you see

Some like it hot, and I come in with the 3rd degree

Come see me at the top with a grin behind the curtain