Laziest Rapper Alive lyrics

I ain't droppin' no albums, I ain't droppin' no mixtapes
People tryna get sh*t from me, they can see how my di*k tastes
People tryna get sh*t for free, I been tryna get this straight
That I ain't f*ckin' with nobody I don't care about his mates

I been riding around on my woes
Out on the town sippin crown gettin' dosed
Down for the south I been down for the coast
I be down for the count 'fore I crown on my bros

I've been down in this rum, bound to be close to my death
I been wondering how will it come
I ain't slept in a week in my mouth is a gun
I'm ashamed of myself but I'm proud of my son

So I can't do it, I can't do it
Brain numb to know what my heart doing
Everytime I think about it I fill up a glass to it
Ask for it, takin' pills I thought I could master it

But I can't so I just abuse 'em
Back to vac-packing sacks for these cats to move 'em
Back to crack flaks with the jacks pursuin'
Nah change the subject you red hot c*nt

Listen to Future and think of my past
Used to this bullsh*t I drink up a glass
Before I was born was a victim of drugs
Now a victim of lizards that slither in grass
I'm addicted to b*tches who rip out my heart
Sick of the pressure from spittin these bars
Sick of depression I live in a mask
I been givin' it up man this sh*t is too hard

I ain't droppin' no albums, I ain't droppin' no mixtapes
People tryna get sh*t from me, they can see how my di*k tastes
People tryna get sh*t for free, I been tryna get this straight
That I ain't f*ckin' with nobody I don't care about his mates

I ain't droppin no albums, but I been droppin all these bricks lately
We been goin' through withdrawals together tried to help us out but now the b*tch hate me
Feeling like I dropped the ball I call my son up every day but she been p*ss taking
She got lawyers takin p*ss from me, thought she loved me I was mistaken

Now I'm back on the block and finessing the rent money
Play boy the pus*y your b*tch she my bed buddy
I got the bud so that b*tch got the head for me
Over the stress and the ex she be dead to me

But this sh*t's killing me on the inside
I can't get away from these demons
Who's gonna answer the phone when I'm locked up this time
sh*t's got me waking up screaming

Cut veins though I hate to do this
Losing my brain and my faith in music
Too many haters don't rate the new sh*t
The Youtube views don't make it true sh*t
I ain't droppin' no albums, no mixtapes homie I don't do sh*t
If you tryna get some sh*t from me I told you this that I don't f*ck with you sh*t