Seymour - Da$h

Yeah, So

RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman

Sinister as giving Manson literature to the children

Thoughts of a youthful villain, windows is floor to ceiling

Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication

Only baring my patience cause I’m knowing Hell is waiting

Still a shit talking, blunt sparking

Henny bottle to the face type nigga

Take yo' mama on a date type nigga

Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga

Straight act bitch, I’m too throwed to react, shit

The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green

Load up like a motherfucking chess team, you know heem

It’s Dolla hoe, bitches blowing jarda off the Ivory Coast

Having dinner on lobster boat

I spit the shit to give Barack a poke

Give a cop a choke

Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke, pussy

Light the dope, light the

Light the dope nigga, light the

Yo

Light the dope, no hope for the weak

Four O’s in the cream with four hoes in the jeep

Two cups cause its only for me, you know

Came up off of one too many Narcos and parked yo' shit

Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO

Opiates flowing, I hope my heart go

Still jumping niggas after rap shows

Still rob a nigga if the cash low

Same nigga sleeping back of class, yo

Miseducation getting bad though

The government is like the fucking muppets

Obama just another fucking puppet

You know it and you motherfuckers love it

But ain’t shit change unless you do it, nigga

I’m fucked up

Lemme hear that

Still hit a lick just if the cash low

Yeah, So