Chronic Auxiliary

I stopped chasing pussy back in '08

I quit blowing bread after my teenage

I don't leave the crib, it might be old age

I do things differently, we don't relate

I stopped chasing pussy back in '08

I quit blowing bread after my teenage

I don't leave the crib, it might be old age

I do things differently, we don't relate

We don't relate

I've been cutting ties, getting high

We don't relate

Only one I trust, that's I

Started social distancing in '05

Not a number in my phone beside the dope guy

Bandana around my neck 'cause I cut ties

Banana in the TEC 'cause I love life

On camera it's just me, this my real life

Hundred plays or less, fuck, I'm still hot (woo)

Roaches on the floor like in '09

Now I blow it by the O like my blood type

Fuck the personality, can you fuck right

Where my luck lie, ride that two-ply

Pillow talking, she be with that hoopla

I don't blame her, spitting on it like I'm Tupac

I stopped chasing pussy back in '08

I quit blowing bread after my teenage

I don't leave the crib, it might be old age

I do things differently, we don't relate

I stopped chasing pussy back in '08

I quit blowing bread after my teenage

I don't leave the crib, it might be old age

I do things differently, we don't relate

We don't relate

I've been cutting ties, getting high

We don't relate

Only one I trust, that's I