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[Produced by RB]
[Verse 1: Big Hyperion]
Yo, I woke up in the middle of the street
Looking below down at my feet
Thought this don’t happen every week
I was at the age of 10, I didn’t know what the fuck to do
I was running on a bridge, blood running
Thought I had the flew
Taking Zoloft made me crazy
I was hoping it would change me
Realized I left my glasses at home
Reached in my pocket for my phone, nothing in my pockets
I was thinking, is this real
I was crying, what’s the deal
Zoloft drifted me, not gifted me
Felt like I had been sifted
I was screaming for help, the only person who could help was myself…
[Verse 2: Big Hyperion]
Uh
Ayo, 5-0, you know
The motherfucking po-po, so
Thank the po-po
Fuck the po-po
Either one just so you know
They got a big ass gun
They probably got a son
A beretta
He pursuing of vendetta
They go crazy at that age like Kylie Jenner
Playing ball with my homies, I got the center
In class, this kid is struggling to be the presenter
Can’t you remember any of the shit that you memorized
Pausing on this shit, like you motherfucking televised
Seeing bloods and crips
Eat some pizza and some chips
Turn on the TV, someone whip
Nah (x5) , please no more whipping
Just have a seat, eat some more chicken
Just like Dylan, finger licking
Just chill, watch some television
Cole man, that fruit is forbidden
You want to be like Shmurda?
He’s got twenty-five years in prison
The city can’t hold us, we raising the ceiling
People down in C-O-M-P-T-O-N making a killing
[Outro: Big Hyperion]
Yeah, making a killing, yeah
Out
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