I was running up the dope before the dough (North) 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, fuck the optics, bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here) Smokin' like I been stressing (Smoke) Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho) Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping
