cope

Ay love the smell of kush fresh outta the plastic

Got no time to pray, got to pack that handbasket

Faded till the day that I drop that's the tactic

Tell the devil put a subwoofer in my casket

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke

I got funds in hiding places, hear em whisper through walls

I took drugs to higher places, rolling dollars in stalls