Options Lyrics

I’m the the type never been friend zoned

Always in the end zone

Always had options

These day’s looking for a friend though

Coming to the end zone

Running out a options

Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends

Coming to my ends

All my friends dead

Running out of options

Hear the demons talkings

All up in my head

Probably wishing I was dead

Rest In Peace to my brother lost him just the other day

It kinda fucked up me up

Cause we haven’t talked in days

I remember days in the basement

Days we was plotting on our dope boy dreams

Get tatted hitting liqs with my down boys

With my broski off the lean

Hit the corner make me lean

I know these niggas envy me

Plotting on me jealousy

I got bread on my head on my head top

If don’t look both ways I might get shot

I been smoking all the chronic

I been poppin like out like tonic

I been hotter than a comet

I be sicker than some vomit

Yea Yea

I’m the the type never been friend zoned

Always in the end zone

Always had options

These day’s looking for a friend though

Coming to the end zone

Running out a options

Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends

Coming to my ends

All my friends dead

Running out of options

Hear the demons talkings

All up in my head

Probably wishing I was dead

Demons in my ear in my head

Probably wishing I was dead

Opposition probably fill wit me the led

Suicidal thoughts but I keep my baby fed

Blood on my hands got my weak

Blood on my hands and my feet

Lately I’m feeling so weak

Who can I trust mislead and mistreated I’m feeling defeated

I was down but I’m up now

I got purple in my cup now

Cocaine on the table with the pistol and the scale

Rest In Peace broski

I can’t tell if it’s real

I’m the type in the end zone

Can’t my believe my friends gone

Keep looking for a friend at the end

Keep wishing I can bend time

I’m the the type never been friend zoned

Always in the end zone

Always had options

These day’s looking for a friend though

Coming to the end zone

Running out a options

Suicidal thoughts I ain’t never had friends

Coming to my ends

All my friends dead

Running out of options

Hear the demons talkings

All up in my head

Probably wishing I was dead