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Narcolepsy
by 50ThruTheCity
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Dree died I'm inna streets for real damn my nigga got killed
Young niggas slanging iron all day they don't need them no pills
Streets turned a boy to a man he went on a few drills
He been thru so much shit them drugs he think it's gone heal
Back from a drill now he pouring that soda
His mind everywhere he can't never be sober
Niggas be snakes so he toting the cobra
Kill everybody before he let them get over
Ain't have nobody he needed a shoulder
His momma cry and he cry while he hold her that shit
Between us all the shit that I told you
Don't show nobody the shit that I showed you
Ain't no more cups of the shit that I poured you
Vent on instruments do it for closure
Kill four mybrothers until my life is over
He don't feel right whenever he sober
City got hot so he slide with the toaster
It's bout that bread my nigga gone toast you
He jus like O Dawg please don't provoke him
Ain't got the glizzy my nigga gone choke him
Looked in the mirror he need him a choker
Joking with niggas but he not a joker
Smoking dead niggas that nigga a smoker
Some of them niggas that nigga then smoke them
Speak to his nigga that nigga a spokesmen
Creep with his niggas silently approaching
He staying patient them millions approaching
He is a father he thinking bout coaching
He is a father he think bout stop smoking
He stay out the way they thinking he ghosting
His granny died he don't remember her
See a picture and they say he resembles her
Shit been hard but you know he still getting
Fuck the rumors I ain't trying clear it up
Come round that corner them nigga he clearing them
One vs five hell naw he's not fearing them
Nigga miss his homies
Real conversations with myself
It's fucking with my head all the shit under my belt
It make it so much worse he can't ask no one for help
All his nigga left him he feels like he by his self
Dree died I'm inna streets for real damn my nigga got killed
Young niggas slanging iron all day they don't need them no pills
Streets turned a boy to a man he went on a few drills
He been thru so much shit them drugs he think it's gone heal
Dree died I'm inna streets for real damn my nigga got killed
Young niggas slanging iron all day they don't need them no pills
Streets turned a boy to a man he went on a few drills
He been thru so much shit them drugs he think it's gone heal
Back from a drill now he pouring that soda
His mind everywhere he can't never be sober
Niggas be snakes so he toting the cobra
Kill everybody before he let them get over
Ain't have nobody he needed a shoulder
His momma cry and he cry while he hold her that shit
Between us all the shit that I told you
Don't show nobody the shit that I showed you
Ain't no more cups of the shit that I poured you
Vent on instruments do it for closure
Kill four mybrothers until my life is over
He don't feel right whenever he sober
City got hot so he slide with the toaster
It's bout that bread my nigga gone toast you
He jus like O Dawg please don't provoke him
Ain't got the glizzy my nigga gone choke him
Looked in the mirror he need him a choker
Joking with niggas but he not a joker
Smoking dead niggas that nigga a smoker
Some of them niggas that nigga then smoke them
Speak to his nigga that nigga a spokesmen
Creep with his niggas silently approaching
He staying patient them millions approaching
He is a father he thinking bout coaching
He is a father he think bout stop smoking
He stay out the way they thinking he ghosting
His granny died he don't remember her
See a picture and they say he resembles her
Shit been hard but you know he still getting
Fuck the rumors I ain't trying clear it up
Come round that corner them nigga he clearing them
One vs five hell naw he's not fearing them
Nigga miss his homies
Real conversations with myself
It's fucking with my head all the shit under my belt
It make it so much worse he can't ask no one for help
All his nigga left him he feels like he by his self
Dree died I'm inna streets for real damn my nigga got killed
Young niggas slanging iron all day they don't need them no pills
Streets turned a boy to a man he went on a few drills
He been thru so much shit them drugs he think it's gone heal
