Theres always Copious amounts of opiates in my mouth
Slowly count dollin it out while Im smoking a pound
Stakin out for job interviews, prolly missed a few
But I need a business dude before I end up pigeon food
But all I know is bad drugs and I gotta fess up it isn’t cool
got offers to drive mac trucks and I guess I’m trippin fool
With heroin in the tires and Im like damn… fuck
25-life but then again I really want my fast funds
Shit I gotta find a way to turn my mutha fuckin gas on
but I got this passion for blazin a bunch of cash crops
I’m crossin state lines with a big bag of ecstacy sittin next to me
Whats a few more charges pounds of sensimi and a pistol case they mess with me
Booger sugar pusher with kush yes my pockets gonna swell lots
I don’t like coke see homie I really just like the smell a lot
Hell is hot but this world is so damn cold
stick up a dealer take his rocks, knot and his teeth if they flash gold
Im an asshole, a nihilists wet dream whether laughter or screams
Human beings must be lackin atoms cuz people don’t matter to me
Maybe one day I’ll have an epiphany
Till then I guess drug dealer is simply what I’m meant to be