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Baby Ghost Mi - Take A Pill Lyrics

[Intro]
Pop me another Xan', uh
Pop me a Xan’, pop me a Xan', uh, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I don't really care about nothin’ for real
Popped one of 'em when lil' bro got killed
When I don't know what to do, I just take me a pill
When I don't know what to do, I just take me a pill
I'm tryna slow down, but lil' bro wanna drill
You don't know how we really feel
So how you gon’ judge us ’cause we kill?
They tryna take me away from my daughter
I don't like to smoke, but I just rolled me a quarter
Drink this shit, call my Glock 22 with the switch a lil’ water
I gotta get me a million
Boy, you better get you some killin'
Girl, you better stay out them feelings
More money, more problems, more bitches, huh
I ain't the brokest, but I ain't the richest
Catch ’em and fire 'em, them niggas some bitches
I'ma keep goin' 'til them racks to the ceiling
I'ma keep goin' 'til I got a million
Fuck the opps, told lil' bro we ain't chillin'
Put Glock in your face, put your hands to the ceiling
I ain't never been no man in the middle
Put shit to sleep, might get Xans and a pistol
Lil' nigga, we used to sleep on the floor
I used to, but I don't love you no more
Waitin' on 'em to kick in the door
R.I.P. Isis, I wish I coulda did more
Probably go back to jail 'fore I go on tour
Heart numb, I can't take no more
Rob you before I be poor
Nigga, you better go ask somebody
I was like twenty when I had some molly
Word to lil' bro, doin' bad shit probably
I know how it feel to not have nobody
I know that look in your eye when you smash somebody
[Chorus]
Yeah, I gotta get me a mil'
Bro wanna slide, he don't wanna chill
You ain't ready to die, can't go on a drill
I be tweakin', act slow on them pills
I'm a tweaker, I was born to drill
So many hats, we all got kills
So traumatized, we all pop pills
Boy, why you lyin'? You don't be in the field
Nigga, why you lyin'? You ain't got no kills
Yeah, I gotta get me a mil'
Bro wanna slide, he don't wanna chill
You ain't ready to die, can't go on a drill
I be tweakin', act slow on them pills
I'm a tweaker, I was born to drill
So many hats, we all got kills
So traumatized, we all pop pills
Boy, why you lyin'? You don't be in the field
Nigga, why you lyin'? You ain't got no kills