My dad’s cousin Steven died back in 2012 Raised by the schizos Right next to your bed when I tiptoe Ten-four, I'm the psycho, Michael Lights low 'till them guns make a light show Oz of the OG fade away with the night breeze Black Glocks in the trunk Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the attic, hiding all my bad habits Slick? He got some bad habits Plus he's asthmatic All the smoke that I be dragging bitch I need some casket for my fucking lungs, they fucking damaged Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath? Never heard of that, shit Bitch I work, it ain't for assets Roll a solo blunt, no matching It's because of all the gadgets, why I keep a social status Fucking phones and tablets I just know this fuckin’ gas Smoking gas in my chamber it’s just like a cigarette Cigars hanging in the wall I just do this shit for the cousin Steven I miss my dead friends I miss my dead friend into the zone That’s a good boy To make out the zone of hell
