Pale White / Dope Sack

Empty out yo pockets
Need a dollar
Need some cash
Young boy broke
Put a hole right thru your chest
I ain't fucking with a foe
I ain't fucking with the feds
See my ducking 5-0
I got the weed up in my bag
I been smoking
By the cult
I got the coke
I got the stash
Only I way I cope
My Body failing
From the meds
I been tryna let it go
I'll overdose
Up in the bath
Suicide is what I wrote
On the note
Before I left
Pale white
Bitch you prolly seen a ghost
Sick of all these people
Why you always do the most
Saturating all these sounds
You ain't thinking for yourself
Give a fuck about a crowd
I'll just do it by myself
I ain't Ever need a hand
Take I ain't borrow
Everybody got a plan
I ain't pick up your call
I can't never understand
Why I sit in this sorrow

But I'll do it all again
I paint my brain on these walls
I can't wait till im back in the trap
Serving crack
To ya mom and ya bitch go ahead try this
It's some real cracka dope it make ya sick
Plottin on a scheme
I been plottin on a lick
I been plottin on some shit that im hoping make me rich
I've been trying touch a mil
Think bout coppin couple bricks
I been thinking bout copping a rari just to crash a whip
Go ahead say what u want I'll bust ya motha fuckin lip
Yung Glo with a dope sack
Run that
Pussy boy want problems then we go ahead and drop em
Fuck do you mean I really came up out the bottom
Got everything I ever wanted
But it didn't solve the problem
Still shallow in the end hoe
Nodding off the benzos
Every time I trip I swear I see my dead friends hoe
Devil in my window
Tellin me to get close
Walked up took my heart
And now he saying that we kinfolk