Quantity Control

Real motherfuckers keep a nine on they mind Fuck around with the rippa It's gonna be your fucking time I'm taking drugs every day And they really think I'm fine I'm taking drugs every day All the way and through the night I could really give a fuck if I make it through this life I keep it strapped up with a bayonet this ain't no knife I told her ass up fuck her then I made that bitch my wife I pull a mask up if you're talking slick to me or mines Yeah I keep it real all I do is keep it real It's the two OKIE soldiers Don't get caught up in the field Got my shooter by my side confirmation on the kill It's so red up in my eyes as I watch my skin peel Step back Don't get killed Holes up in your chest And I love the bloody view I said step back Don't get killed Holes up in your chest Now tell me how you feel Shot a motherfucker in the club now his blood's in my lean My gun a camera when I up it I'm shooting the scene Motherfuckers never fuckin with me Carry on a loaded chamber run up on me You could get all 20 for free I'm so high I forgot what dimension I was in I can't even watch a horror movie without clutching pistol grip My stomach and my head hurting Trippin off them drugs I see dead lurking Bought that bitch a Birkin then I shot the hoe I watched her scream I almost started smirking Fuck my boss fuck my teachers I'm gonna flex on the stage While they watch from the bleachers Fuck my ex fuck my fake friends I'm too rich to make amends I'm too rich to make amends All good things come to an end All good things come to an end