Scoped

You left your footprint on my soul

Didn't know you could be this cold

But now im up where did the time go my time froze yeah

Move past the hoes all this money all my mind on yeah

Hold up im feeling good let me sit down and roll a wood up

Use to lay up and get depressed reminisce bout the good stuff

Roll up another leg feel the pressure smoking dead men

I pop another med you crazy think I let my head spin

They can't even walk it out for real like fuck we talking bout for real

Bro quick he walk him down for real police they chalked him out for real

It aint no tracking me can't tell where my mind go

Smoke to keep emotions in to them it's just his eyes low