Transplants It's A Problem
I started out smoking dirt weed
Dimes of stress
It burn the shit outta my throat
And light a fire on my chest
Homey had a couple of pounds
Showed me I was impressed
Now it's 20 years later
Bitch and mine is the best
The shits got my depressed
Either that or the bills
Or the motherfucking bottles
Going in the for the kill
Bitch, I tried the straight and narrow
I forgot how it feels
I'm a bonafide f..ckup
What I'm saying is real...
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A f..ckin' problem
Fresh on the scene
Only 17
Hanging out with my orders
I was showing green
Always show cuties
I always ask way
Who's got strong eyes
Who to deny
The rule one is
There ain't no f..cking rules
Its cold and its mean
Vicious and cool
You boot it up
You shoot it up
You fall on the tracks
It's a king sized drag
If you never make it back
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still thought it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A f..ckin' problem
I remember it like yesterday 12 years old
Doctor gave me coony cough syrup to help up my cold
I started mixing up the sprite like my partners at school
Putting it in 2 styrofoam cups and started drink more cool
I went from [?] to 8 everyday
Cooney-coherent, what the f..ck did I say?
Getting sloppy, getting shitty, going non-stop
Still an addict and activist, don't waste one drop
It's a problem
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Too much of anything can never be a good thing
But somehow still though it just ain't enough
Now it's a problem
A f..ckin' problem