Boils Down - After The Smoke

It’s almost terrifying

That feeling that you’re dealing with, could it be the fear of flying?

So, I’m verifying that these pair of dimes are the paradigm

Real OG’s don’t fear dying but, a franchise of a pure crime

Roll with a nigga roasting, toasting, coasting by the ocean

So cold, I’ma go Conan

Blood stains nigga, gold fangs

Nigga ruthless, blood on my hands, rather go nameless

Wish it was a better way but, the government sure ain’t saying shit

What we gon' do?

Lord give me an answer

What they say if mom got breast cancer?

Drink up, get high, eyes closed, just don’t throw a tantrum

When the cops say, «boy, put ya fucking hands up!»

Maybe with a bit of luck we’ll love, kill

Awwww, follow me now

Maybe with a bit of love, pills, drugs we’ll all boil down

Maybe with a bit of love, pills, drugs we’ll all boil down

Fuck that, wait wait wait…