Roll It Up

[Verse 1:]
Rollin up blunts on the bus with some bums
Smoking till my lungs is gone like my funds
My brain is black dust when I'm off of the drugs
Visuals glisten, might jump off the bluffs
Mentally fucked. That Triple 6 One, got a few fiends that be smoking some tons
Rolling up blunts yeah my eyes have rolled back yeah you already know that I'm gone
I'm seein purp rain like I'm Prince, with some tabs on my tongue
Heavily medicated sedating the pain from an inserted blade, into my brain
"Is he okay?" No, I'm insane
Runnin a ruck with my gang
Community $innin, just know I'm making a stain
Fuck you pussy, you lame. Won't ever obtain a grain of a cent from my pay

[Verse 2:]
Rollin up blunts like the first of the month, it's the first of the month. Got yo bitch and she catching my nut, with her face
I cannot replace, refrain from all of the pain that she left with no trace. I'm stuck in this loop like I'm tying my lace, not winnin this race, at this fucking pace
So I'm lacin a blunt with a gram of that crunk, and snortin them lines thinkin I'm fine as my eyes rollin back
I'm fucked and I'm trapped
Dead on the streets or back to rollin up blunts on the bus with some bums, or down by the tracks