Should Be Gone (Interlude)

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
Yeah, I should be gone, been lacking on 'em
Could never find what is wrong and that's the problem, uh
Looking round the Island, I never find 'em reasons
I should be feeling alive can I remind 'em
Young nigga, I'm popping, you sounding poppy
Back in my ends, probably some niggas that wanna rob me
I be like the black cocaine but nuttin' like Bobby
You try putting it on me, you know them bullets are on me
I do this for a hobby, nigga, it's written on me
I'ma die war with my body, ain't no kamikaze
She wanna pop it and party and get ménage
Spit on my hand, on her punani, I get her naughty
Making her dance all on the cocky, she wanna love me
Hit it and leave, she wanted all me but never got me, I got this
From the show to one of my homies' apartments
Smoking, she popping, she high
She can't stop it, I might
Let her stay the night, I know she wanna
Mama told me not to trust these bitches, I never wanna
I let her roll up and smoke on the marijuana
Fell asleep in the pussy and regret it after
I'm always doing the kind of shit get you fucked up
Them drugs, can't get enough, it's picking me up
Sipping a cup, mix it with the Henny, we trippy as fuck
The melodic so peak, we living it up
A million's up, ah

[Verse 2: Young Kye]
Getting head in the bathroom
Dip the club and push a button, the car cruise
(I'm out of my mind) but in my body, I can't lose
I'm living a dream, I stay awake till the afternoon
(Pagans watching) Its very true, I never knew
Red and blue pills in the bag, I let her choose
The devil on my shoulder, the demon said let it loose
I might need a reverend, I see heaven in revenue
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No time for my ex-girl, look, baby, I'm
(Cut that bitch off)
East side with a new ting, look, baby, I'm
(Woo)

[Outro: Young Kye]
Switch lanes
Can't go Westfield, yeah, the kid famous
Caught your girl slipping, West End's dangerous
Got your girl strippin, I'm Rick James
And, you know
Na-na, you know