Inhale Smoke, Exhale Ghost

Still with the Sixth not a soul that I'd enlist
Whole clique full of ghosts got your pastor lookin pissed
Choppa in the trunk make it sing like Taylor Swift
Blood all on the seats with five percent to hide your bitch
Voices in my head just like a choir I'm off a Xanny
I don't want your love I just want syrup in the pantry
Back against the wall thats the only way I'm standing
That hoe she got a soul she hid the pills all in her panties
Whip look like a hearse I'm throwing Six until I die
Movin like a shadow thirty on the waist line
Hopped out lookin clean I guess the real only survive
Told her I'm a curse and she replied bae thats alright
I got friends who steady callin from the void on collect
Still be throwin Six like I never second guess
Numb down to the core only feel it when I flex
If I don't die a legend then I'll definitely die a mess
Brick in the trunk I been bendin through the shadows
Just the moonlight shining off the handle not a paddle
Draped up in designer but I'm dirty as the gravel
Still be throwin Six I ain't never had a chapel
Thirty in the clip like my mind I might lose it
Shorty caught some feelings I just told her don't confuse it
Wrist look like a stove but my heart stay cold and ruthless
I could die tonight wouldn't change at what I'm doin
Pints all in the floorboard I got cash hid in the attic
Junkie to the vice but the fit look cinematic
Swervin in the phantom through the static never panic
LeRoy came from nothin now the demons all romantic
Hunnid on the dash but the whip still float
Mind full of smoke like my thoughts can't cope
Pull up to the trap like the priest went broke
Blew another check and now I'm back to slangin dope