Seymour

Yeah, So RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman [Verse 1] Sinister as giving Manson literature to children Thoughts of a youthful villain, windows floor to ceiling Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication Only baring my patience cause I'm knowing Hell is waiting Still a shit talking, blunt sparking Henny bottle to the face type nigga Take yo' mama on a date type nigga Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga Straight act bitch, I'm too throwed to react shit The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green Load up like a motherfucking chess team, you know heem It's Dolla hoe, bitches blowing yaba off the Ivory Coast Having dinner on lobster boat I spit the shit to give Barack a poke Give a cop a choke Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke, pussy Light the dope, light the Light the dope nigga, light the Yo [Verse 2] Light the dope, no hope for the weak Four O's in the cream with four hoes in the jeep Two cups cause its only for me, you know Came up off of one too many Narcos and parked yo' shit Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO Opiates flowing, I hope my heart go Still jumping niggas after rap shows Still rob a nigga if the cash low Same nigga sleeping back of class, yo Miseducation getting bad though The government is like the fucking muppets Obama just another fucking puppet You know it and you motherfuckers love it But ain't shit change unless you do it, nigga Still hit a lick just if the cash low