Orgasm Full Of Pain (feat. Deante Hitchcock)

Yeah
 Yeah
 I been drinkin' this liquor
 That's the key, that's the smooth right there, yeah
 I been drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain't no liquor
 But it made my shit bigger, yeah, it made my shit, it made my shit
 I'm drinkin' this liquor, bitch, this ain't no liquor
 But it made my shit bigger (Yeah) it made my shit, it made my shit
 Orgasm full of pain, yeah
 Ayy, hangover for champagne
 Orgasm full of pain
 Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah
 Orgasm full of-
 I hide my pride, but still came to say
 She had the time of her lil' stupid ass life
 Crawlin' in that candy paint
 Strawberry with the flakes
 Sour apple green, dapper than Gucci spend it to the bank
 Touch more road than the street sweeper
 For fishes in the tank, not to see, but to eat
 Sashimi tuna on my plate, for the liquor in my face
 Like chefs with fillet, she wanna put a truffle on my meat
 I'm cuttin' up today
 What is life for an open dude? Ghetto got my soul so confused
 I used my white voice 'til my patience was overused
 Use my black force and the white say the local rules
 Sequoia leftover food
 Was tap inside my cups, but it's not from the local brews
 Uncles and daddies and all my cousins all been on the local news
 Gentrification came to rape us and then the locals moved
 And it's all love, as we all bust
 Orgasm full of pain, yeah
 Ayy, hangover for champagne (This shit slap nigga)
 (I'm finna beat somebody today)
 Orgasm full of pain
 
 Can't feel the same, I just can't, yeah, yeah
 Ayy, hangover for champagne (Ayy, okay)
 Orgasm full of pain (What was the question)
 Can't feel the same, I just can't
 Okay, yeah these niggas pay to fuck
 But I never gave a fuck 'bout all of
 The things that most people go crazy for
 I been savin' up bread from projects to get my folks out the projects
 But I'm projected, hol' up, what was the question?
 I tweak, must be the weed, no, I read
 Don't tell my momma, I promised her I would quit by a week
 A soul cold, and I know she know I be lyin'
 But I think she feelin' drained and don't wanna force it on me
 Let that sink in for a second
 This ink pen is my weapon
 I tweak again, what's the question?
 This edible really over here with my head, dawg
 Okay, I'm feelin' it
 Killin' shit how I'm makin' a livin'
 Me and my syndicate livin' more frivolous
 Now that all my business legitimate
 Grew up a citizen in a city where folks slime outsellers
 Slytherin all for the love of the Benjamins
 Pendulum swing, rap, shame song, camouflage blendin' in
 'Cause those who stand out, soon require casket to sit 'em in shit
 What was the question again bruh?
 I'm off a Xanny,
 Please don't tell my granny, don't think she be understandin'
 I took a trip to LA for the Grammy's
 Pockets on scampi, that shrimp, just like this plane, I can't tip
 I want my pockets on crip, so I'ma hustle like Nip
 For them blue faces, shoelaces tied, they want me to slip
 But I can't fall at all, me and my dawgs gon' ball
 Something, fall, somethin', something, at all
 Orgasm full of pain