Substance Abuse Song Lyrics

(Marc Boomin, this you?) I know, yeah
Real Marc Boomin, ghetto boys shit, yeah
(Boomin need extra)

If it's money on the floor, I'ma walk to it
Ben Frank my friend, sometimes I talk to him
I got a loyal bitch with no car who will walk to me
Whole pint of Wock' gone Wednesday, it was bought Tuesday

And I ain't sell a line, you know it's gone 'cause I don't drop deuces
4462, damn, man, I'm kinda stupid
I might get an assault charge 'cause I abuse it
How the fuck I catch a case for sellin' dope, and I'm a user?

Chase him down in a long blue coat, I'm with Scooter
I'm with a blow head shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
I wasn't tryna fuck your bitch, but she shouldn't have spoke to me
Mike noddin' off the drank, but he still woke to me

Nigga, put that blunt down, that shit you smokin' on smell like potpourri
They labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
Nigga, I'm hungry, I just want a steak down from Ocean P
Baby girl wanna fuck me bad, it's the no for me