Bipolar - VDon, Dave East

I ain’t drink in a minute

I got a bitch that’s going both ways

I’m paid

Now I’m smokin' out the back seat

Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

(Kairi you good baby?)

I got a bitch that’s going both ways

I’m paid

So, now I’m smokin' out the back seat

Tell the driver to bring my daughter to the top floor

Red lights

Never see 'em when the roof gone

Bally sneakers, with the patent leather

Never see 'em

Floors seats

At the Garden, next to Spike Lee

Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene

Bad coke, niggas' sniffin', I take the long route

Chrome out

Send a nigga' to the most high

Drove by

On a mission like it’s '05

Henny' bottle, Fendi belt

My shit is felt

I was locking in

Six months without no help, it was routine

Hits the dips, push-ups between

Buncha' .50 clips

Gettin' ripped, nigga' lookin' like a king

I was fresh out, me and Gutta

Gutta I need you to do me this favor boy, hold this down for me,

you know I’mma be right back

Bodega, still pitchin'

Molly powder and Dasani make you feel different

Shell shocked, niggas' on you hit the kill switch’n'

Vietnam

Shit like it’s 'Nam over here, you nigga’s dyin'

Bipolar

Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger

Momma on him, like go to school, 'cause the bills due

Told him be safe, I can’t afford it

'Cause they head-hittin', bed flippin'

Under mattress kept the four-fever

Uncle Butchy won’t let us hustle out the same apartment

Trap spot, smellin' like death on a cold night

Summertime, playin' them benches, like we can’t play

Hit the park, my gloves on, he think I’m O. J

Kim K, I want your sister with the long face

Long K

A million dollars make my mama smile

Kairi, your daddy love you, I’m a real nigga'

Strap on me

Never tellin', cut my tongue out

Give niggas' game from a jacuzzi, like this Run’s House

Shop open 24/7, bitch we don’t close

Graveyard

No gloves on, my hands was so cold

Black shit, black gun

Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip

Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick

White chick, try to tell me what the price is

Nice kids, we were tryin' rob a hundred bands

Son of Sam, make the summer hot

All the spring, keep it clean

Niggas' run a lot

Duck tape

No breathin', that’s my season

Get a warm coat

Dead broke, that was us

Let the Lord send 'em

Don sippers

I ain’t going back and forth with 'em

I’m different

If it’s murder, we could trade it off

Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox

Bitch I came to ball

Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta' hang wit ya’ll

Let the Lord send 'em

Dom sippers

Never going back and forth with 'em

I’m different

If it’s murder, we could trade it off

Tecks, Glocks, no Xbox

Bitch I came to ball

Backwoods all by myself, ain’t gotta' hang wit ya’ll

Black shit, black gun

Black Giuseppe’s in a black whip

Black tape, wrapped around a fuckin' white brick

White chick, try to tell me what the price is

Nice kids, we was tryin' rob a hundred bands

Son of Sam, make the summer hot

No breathin', my season

Get a warm coat

Dead broke, that was us nigga'

My bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help

My nigga said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help

This bitch said I’m bipolar, I hope the pills help

Bipolar

Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger

Bipolar

Nine on 'em, with a lot of anger