Flacko

I'm talking to all these goddamn strangers they talking to much I can feel the dangers

I'm going insane Itheres pain in they voices

I think to much so I got two choices

Either go for the cash

So I pass all these niggas on the Forbes list

Or go insane And deal with the voices

Am I Hearing that right Is it Fact or fiction

I know I'm not the same I'm Dealing with addiction

Just me and my assistant

tell me stop Im not finna listen

There's Smoke in the air in the kitchen

Two bad bitches in the room just kissing