Addicts (feat. M Huncho)

Pyroman
 Yeah
 Cracks in the buildin', yeah, they made it fall apart
 I don't keep up with appearances to make you feel a part
 Yeah, what I do, yeah, you weren't there
 Yeah, when I started all of the lines
 I've seen it all through their motherfuckin' eyes
 Six senses, yeah, that I got
 The tightest tight with the plugs, it's a knot
 I got careers, my huncho don't stop
 I had to sacrifice love to progress
 Used to put love, have him under duress
 I made her sit on a pack
 I told her a chicken always took care of the eggs
 Managed to pirate what I got to before
 Let's take a guess
 Brothers try catch up to me, they need vest
 This shit gets tirin', know I'm the wizard
 I'm still an enigma, I paint a good picture
 I cannot stop, I'm a machine, yeah
 Used to be a routine, yeah
 I was sittin' and baggin', yeah
 Now I eat cuisines, yeah
 Now I eat Wagyu beef, yeah
 That shit's a hundred a fillet, yeah
 Worked out my flow, hard to steal it, yeah
 Water on me, I distil it, yeah
 Can't take her back after I hit it, yeah
 Fam, I'm on my bag that I gotta carry
 And I'll do it all in man's city, yeah
 Scorin' golazos, that's Sane, yeah
 Any amount and they ran it, yeah
 They can't say hello to me
 I'm good with rubber bands bitch (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, it's been a decent year
 I'm smokin' Cali', it's a habit (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, it's kinda sad that kids are killin' kids
 Man, that shit tragic (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 And they can't help it
 Man, that people's parents, yeah
 They were drug addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 And I can't lie, yeah
 I used to sell drugs to the addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, I can't lie, man
 I used to sell drugs to the addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Let's get shit straight
 If you're fuckin' with me there's a stick in the place
 We pop shit bait and pop them doors
 Anytime, any place
 Too many times had to pattern the case
 Me and bro had to petrol bathe
 If I buck into opps, no fear in my heart
 Man's pressin' the gauge
 If you got TT then it better be white
 Don't give me a Z if it's comin' out beige
 Don't fuck with my cake
 If you're bumpin' me, man's robbin' the flake
 I still put buj on my block
 I still try focus on black like Dave
 How many punks try set it on me
 And I ended up chingin' and flippin' the page?
 How can I beef these punks?
 I'm a t'ug, man livin'
 Got the block back spinnin'
 If man try roll up then it gets barked at him
 Weed that I'm billin', we rise and ping him
 Two dum-dums in a gauge 'cah the nozzle's twinnin'
 Revolver's spinnin', uh
 Get the trapline blingin'
 Slang it and dish it, I must be the trillest, uh
 I'm trapped in the ends with skengs, addicts and drillers
 Ballys and dingers, uh
 Still get drilly
 Poke man's head, have him lookin' like Krillin, uh
 Fuck how you're feelin', my shit is the realest
 They can't say hello to me
 I'm good with rubber bands bitch (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, it's been a decent year
 I'm smokin' Cali', it's a habit (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, it's kinda sad that kids are killin' kids
 Man, that shit tragic (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 And they can't help it
 Man, that people's parents, yeah
 They were drug addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 And I can't lie, yeah
 I used to sell drugs to the addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)
 Man, I can't lie, man
 I used to sell drugs to the addicts (mhm, grrr, bow, grrr, bow)