White Lines

Woah so rare, OmenXI I I and Nedarb
Yah, yah, yah, yaaaah

Last night I heard gunshots
Lives on the sidewalk
Blood on the asphalt, crime in the backdrop
Tears in the streets now, fear in the hood
Would you really make a difference
If you really could?
I don't think you could
And I don't think you would
I think you just a bitch that
Just makes music for the looks
You don't do it for yourself
You just do it for a check
And you really wasting time 'cause
You don't even get that
What's a bitch? I ain't got one
Guns? I ain't got none
Blades? Yeah I got some
Wine? Yeah I'm on one
Every night I'm on something
Rossi with my demons
Every night I'm tryna sleep 'cause
Every day is the weekend
Bitch I got my own house
Bitch I got my own clout
Bitch I got my own shit
So what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
XI I I do the most, OmenXI I I doing shows
All your music fucking whack but
OmenXI I I really on

Bitch I'm young Ned, I doin' good
I'm feeling great
Riding 'round LA and I feed my bitch steaks
Got a freak hoe so I fuck her in the face
She a "6 Kiss" shawty so
You know she fucking based
I don't got a lot of cash but
You know that I get by i keep myself busy
I don't got no time to fight
But I got some fucking time
For some motherfucking drugs
Tried it all, you down to ride
Shawty do you need a hug?
Bitch I feel like Cold Hart
Glo'd up all the time check my pockets
I got nothing but nickels and dimes
I threw cash up, bitch I'm finna spazz out
Bitch I ride around town, smoking cig
I never fall
Light this fucking shit, keep the head up
Don't feel down
Get the fuck up out my face
You acting like a clown fuck around with me
Bitch I'll make you fucking drown
Fuck around with me
Bitch I'll make you fucking drown