Seymour lyrics

Yeah, So
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman

[Verse 1]
Sinister as giving Manson literature to the children
Thoughts of a youthful villain, windows is floor to ceiling
Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication
Only baring my patience cause I'm knowing Hell is waiting
Still a sh*t talking, blunt sparking
Henny bottle to the face type n*gga
Take yo' mama on a date type n*gga
Half a pint, I mean an eight my n*gga
Straight act b*tch, I'm too throwed to react, sh*t
The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green
Load up like a motherf*cking chess team, you know heem
It's Dolla hoe, b*tches blowing jarda off the Ivory Coast
Having dinner on lobster boat
I spit the sh*t to give Barack a poke
Give a cop a choke
Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke, pus*y

Light the dope, light the
Light the dope n*gga, light the
Yo

[Verse 2]
Light the dope, no hope for the weak
Four O's in the cream with four hoes in the jeep
Two cups cause its only for me, you know
Came up off of one too many Narcos and parked yo' sh*t
Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO
Opiates flowing, I hope my heart go
Still jumping n*ggas after rap shows
Still rob a n*gga if the cash low
Same n*gga sleeping back of class, yo
Miseducation getting bad though
The government is like the f*cking muppets
Obama just another f*cking puppet
You know it and you motherf*ckers love it
But ain't sh*t change unless you do it, n*gga
I'm f*cked up
Lemme hear that
Still hit a lick just if the cash low
Yeah, So