Grams to Kilograms - Chetta, Scrim

Catch me moving my life like a mixture

Mix up my drugs like a blender

Shout out my doctor he scripting, blending I’m faded I’m tippin'

Just poured a 8th of prescription

Just rearranged me a victim

Really no need for no diggin' rather him sleep with the fishes

Scrimmy «Don't shoot him» don’t listen

Couple of Xanax, we gifted

Couple of problems we live in

Whole lot of gaudy in my system

Feel like we Jordan and pimpin'

Six rings up on them 6 digits

6 pints of lean and still sippin'

Gassin' my lungs every minute

Never the type to admit it

Sharing they knowledge, they trippin'

Never no talking, no snitching

Fuck all y’all sneakin' and dissin'

Fuck if you get in my vision, I see the end and I’m widdit

You can not match me, I’m different I’m a walking

Break it down

Smoke a pound, young and sipping codeine

Promethazine love my lean, sippin' since 18

Been on them corners, coming down

Swerving indo in the attic

Sipped an 8th, I can’t think

Gone off that drink

Gone off that drink

Creepin' in the alley rolling off the addy

Fucking on a bitch that like to call me daddy

Laughing at these rappers that we overlappin'

I done missed 5 bars with a couple tabs

Different day, same drugs

Can’t complain I’m too numb

Triple six, crucifix, blazed in reverse

Smoking in on a hearse

I was born cursed