Birdman

I refuse to lose, playa to drugs and booze

Ain't nothing new

Pain killers, p fives, grams, ones and twos

Jus copped a Q

That means it's six for me and I'll leave one for you

Hit a bitch with the ones and twos now I got bloody shoes

Dawg what's the move

I been off gambling, my brain scrambling

Whip the pot, or whip in a ambulance

You know anything can happen when it's the last quarter

Think mac and cheese jus add water gave hustlers mad trauma

Last night I contemplated murder