Mission

[Hook] [X2] I think i got an addiction For good weed and bad bitches You weed to court you snitchin That's why i keep my distance No relationship we different Getting money that mission Get, getting money that mission Getting money that mission [Verse] 9/11 call on a young boy Better run boy go far nigga Tyrna dodge the law havin fun boy U a dumb boy tryna be a star nigga U ready for war nigga Bang bang kill shoot shoot They comin forreal foreign troops Drunk at the wheel in a foreign coupe Shit i did in Lawrence too Sunday service in churches Aside of some pourin soup Murders they purgin Never learn from them verses Forget about cursive my moma start cursin Fuck is a purchase my pockets is hurtin We go through them purses Nobody was nervous The time we was servin never occurred To my state of mind couldn't stay with my mom I'm back on the curb and back on this herb I need back on my feet follow my lead Don't follow my tweets I seen what i speak come take a peak Or jump in a seat cause that's where i be Right next to Fabiek Break ya neck smash ya teeth He do that for me just run up and see Cause im that forreal Cause i can't get a meal a bill or a bitch That ain't sucked every dick Or fucked the whole click Man enough with this shit [Hook] [X2] I think i got an addiction For good weed and bad bitches You weed to court you snitchin That's why i keep my distance No relationship we different Getting money that mission Get, getting money that mission Getting money that mission [Verse] Cops lurkin get a person then search em Man u know the rest better rock a vest Shootin missile threats that will split your chest Im riding through traffic supplyin the package The radio static flyin we crashin Say it can't happen nigga it happened Spittin a kilo say it ain't dope say it ain't coke But it got you hyphy yo moma dont like me She know that i smoke Show me the ropes not by the throat Hop out and ghost Don't go hunting spokes to 400 folks I feel like the pope A pill up my nose the drip gotta go Don't trip off no hoe just trip of the go Caps for the low back pack full of clothes My back on the wall nobody called See demons and horrors the creatures that call On my knees tryna walk got the key to the park Meet me by the car make me a star Count pay me to draw you losin Im the one that they chosin From sinnin to winnin im sinnin the kitchen Just fuckin these kittens You up in my buisiness Stuff don't get mentioned No riddance no witness Im up here just chillin I got an addiction [Hook] [X2] I think i got an addiction For good weed and bad bitches You weed to court you snitchin That's why i keep my distance No relationship we different Getting money that mission Get, getting money that mission Getting money that mission