I was running up the dope before the dough
You can check the records
Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
I was left with no options, snorting Oxys off a Smith & Wesson
Body filled with narcotics, ♥♥♥♥ the optics, ♥♥♥♥♥, next question
Smokin' like I been stressing
Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic
Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping
Jordan Clarkson with the Narcan
I shoot for thirty and that's with my off-hand
Walk in, they like, "Who let the dogs in?"
Kill myself before I let an opp win