Who to blame? Who to trust? Who to love? I been layin´ on the rough Tryin´ drugs for a month Hopin´ it´d keep me up
No, this is not a bluff Too late to make me change I been feelin´ like a castaway (Yeah) Sittin´ waitin´ on your page That you ´bout to pull up to the cave Then we practice fifty shades of gray Beatin´, punchin´ on the grain Bloody knuckles, I been sippin´ muddy I´m so numb now ´til the run-around Are you sendin´ me? Are you comin´ now? ´Cause I know, soon, I´ll be comin´ down I´ll be comin´ down, I´ll be comin´ down Darker, darker in the back of the night I been rollin´, rollin´, I been feelin´ so nice I been got it, got it, got it, feelin´ so right Windin´, windin´, why´d you wind it so tight? I been runnin´ from my face, so precise I didn´t get it, got me happed in my ride
I just run up on and smashin´ the side They´re the counts, I been all in my city My state of mind, I been feelin´ so gritty And I, man, I, no-no-no, my nigga I know-know, my nigga, I know-know, my nigga You know?
Who to blame? Who to trust? Who to love? I been layin´ on the rough Tryin´ drugs for a month Hopin´ it´d get me up
Hopin´ it´d make a change Trade the bus for a Range Do that shit any day, they trade the game for they chain I been feelin´, feel ashamed, yeah
Who to blame? Who to trust? Who to love? I been layin´ on the rough Tryin´ drugs for a month, yeah Hopin´ that´d keep me up, yeah
Never bein´ up, yeah I been rollin´ in a cup, yeah Rollin´, rollin´, in enough, yeah Rollin´, don´t you call my bluff, yeah Shooter shootin´ at me, uh, yeah Shooters, shooters stick you up, yeah