people shytting on danny browns verse but lyrically he killed it
Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes
Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die
Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind
All because the trouble just copped to my nine
Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nikka
Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor
Burning down basements, face it
Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying
Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen
Heating up the house where your shyt could come up missin'
Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick
They say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket