Halfway Dead

Slow cruising on a sad song
This for my fellas on the north side
And to the ladies in the east end
And all my ladies on the west-west side
(Fire up a Philly Blunt to get my head right)
Tonight I'm gonna drink till I'm halfway dead
And I'mma smoke till I'm halfway dead
Lord can you watch my soul?
Cause I don't really wanna grow
But I wanna party my life away

Yo, yo we ride heavy shit
You love it though
I??
Like my mama home
Scrape????
This ain't the life that I propose, still a proposal
You look at the city that I come from
Then ask yourself why I can lift it up some
Dumping out guts
Twisting up blunts
No construction
Roof but no discussion
That nigga need to be covered up in screw faces
We adjust them
Fuck em
I roll up a blunt before every meal's served
They put?? Hallelujah this the real word
Can I get it baby
Trips out to Cayman
Trippin off all of this rap money we making
I say I'mma professional
Drinking the??
Your eyes ain't blind to ya
Your the one they know bout

I'm so fly they swoop down when I come through there
This week they long hair
Drew down

Jaegarbomb, Take a shot
Raise a arm, Lick a shot
I raise a arm, And take a top
I'm the main attraction
That nigga not
Fuck that
I'm the man
Buy the phone
Buy the bank
It's not a thing
I've got that green
That lima bean
I'm zoning out
I nod and lean
Remind myself it's not a dream???
My mind a scheme
The world is such a crazy place I see just what my mama mean
Come test your manlihood
I seen just what my papa mean
I popped up and I need a bottle of???
I'm just playin round with this shit
I'm not really tryna sing
I'm just playing around with these
See I'm just tryna shine or bling??
Time and time again