Taxi Lyrics

Money on my mind from the drugs in my system

Better days are gone I hold my head to the pistol

Feddy's wanna @ me

PD finna catch me

Lurking in the backstreets

Played them like a fiddle

No bankroll yet

Bitch bet we talking minimum

Holding my hands to the sky

Death touching them

Breaking up another one

Hundred oz. rolled up

Running with $twelve

Going to blot out the sun

Making it out the slums

Fire beats turning up

Can't fuck with no scrubs

Don't need no friends

There's like seven of them in my head

Best of the best

If you fuck with us you blessed

Take off her dress

Making a mess

How I release my stress

Gimme the bong

Pack it again

Can I escape what's next?

Popped an addy with Savy

I can't help that she calls me daddy

Unknown don't even exist anymore

He just a fantasy

I'm in your minds eye

You look at me in ecstasy

When I speak

I put them into hypnosis

That's how it's always been

But when I spit bars

All the kids can see my scars

I hope they know

I can't go far

Shit sounds so hard

But all of the money and drugs are a farce

For the art

They watching me losing the will to go on

But I'm playing the part

I was making The End

Listening to The $tart

My rope is tied off and I'm ready to jump

At least when I die they might see my love

What do you mean?

We're more ghosts than people

You're a good son