Night Inn (Letter 2 the King)

Fat Dutch Bitch I'm rolling This my last blunt This half clutch I ain't eating We ain't had lunch Whole eighths Hot summers but a cold case If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac But that's my souls place Fat Dutch Bitch I'm rolling This my last blunt This half clutch I ain't eating We ain't had lunch Whole eighths Hot summers but a cold case If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac But that's my souls place I Throw an R.I.P. to Nip No the movement not eclipsed Throw an R.I.P. to Sebi They gon' kill me 4 the shift I don't wanna catch a bullet For I get to see my kids And it's truer if I wrote it It all happen through a lens We make magic Smoking habits You not matching with my kin I got family around me I can't have around some friends I say I love you to my brothers Just in case I ain't seen again Shit get tragic but we laughing to the bank Fuck chasing trends I took a loss but saw the reason Never love a snake again I tried to make a lane while they Just rapped around and played pretend I sit and wonder if she worth it Blow an eighth against the wind It's like I really walk through hell And I'm gon' paint it with my sins Yup Fat Dutch Bitch I'm rolling This my last blunt This half clutch I ain't eating We ain't had lunch Whole eighths Hot summers but a cold case If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac But... you get it Fat Dutch Bitch I'm rolling This my last blunt This half clutch I ain't eating We ain't had lunch Whole eighths Hot summers but a cold case If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac But that's my souls place Fat Dutch Bitch I'm rolling This my last blunt This half clutch I ain't eating We ain't had lunch Whole eighths Hot summers but a cold case If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac But that's my souls place