HSHSSHSHLDHSALJKDAS PETER FOR MY ABEL
JA ZA LUCKIEM NAWET NIE ROZGLĄDAM SIĘ TO ZA DUŻE KOSZTY :(

I like the old shit you did
You're out of your prime, and, bitch, you're still a kid
A-hah, yuh, yuh, the goal is to get better
Now I'm drinkin' all my booze, I'm feelin' lighter than a feather, yuh
I got an alcohol problem, won't admit it
And every time I love someone, that shit turns out acidic, yeah
Puts your guns up and play that song
I liked the old him when he made that song

Yeah, pistol in my waist band
Pop him, he a dead man
Walking to the register, I take a shit and catch, man
Huh, dead cops, dead opps, shit I'm rappin' 'bout
Tired of that shit, bitch, I'm tired of that shit, yuh, huh

I'm twenty-three today, so put me in the ground
Everyone gets quiet whenever I come around
Alright, alright, I think I killed the vibe
Alright, alright, I'll be dead at twenty-five
I'm twenty-three today, so put me in the ground
Everyone gets quiet whenever I come around

put a target on my head call a hitman
walk into the club wit some big pants
smoke you out, bitch ima do that
hide a hunnid grams in a mothafuckin durag
bitch throw it back to a snippet i deleted
court room standin bitch you know i stay seated
sippin on liquor dead rat in the cognac
Eddison bumpin in the sprinter van, run it back

suck my dick die choke on it
guess what
ill never drop the album bitch so

just shut up
yeah just shut up
dont talk to me bitch like just shut up
yeah just shut up
ima dose it up
ima lace that shit ima dope you up
so just shut up
like just shut up
drug you bitch like just shut up
just shut up
yeah just shut up