Matt G - Residue Lyrics

This a trap spot baby residue all over
I can't seem to stop coughing like I've got Lymphona
I spark it hit that bih twice feel like I'm in a coma
I got some stashed inside the wall, the mattress, and the sofa
My spot jumping right now I'll get back with you
She said I'm rude hell no I'm a pack flipper
Red seats, black body, yellow calipers
My brother told me cut the numbers hell no I'm gon' keep taxing them
People out here dying to make a living
I feel as if I'm tired from feeling like I don't even got no feelings
What's on my mind? Quickest way to get a million
Matthew is the hero hold on let me let you meet the villain

My name Matt G and I ain't never met nobody like me
My eyes low my trunk full riding without a license
My hoodie on no music I like to move in silence
They tried to tell me how to do it I don't need no guidance
I'm on that scale everyday like I'm on a weightloss journey
I went through too much pain nah you can't even hurt me
When I'm around too many people I start getting nervous
I don't got time to get in my feelings I be flipping and serving
Like a old lady I got coupons tryn' get them for the low
If you my brother never switch don't ever disrespect the oath
Be in the cut like Cortizone
Don't gotta leave my house because I can get it off my phone

I be with that fire so much just call me Mister Wick
Bae I don't want to be your friend if there ain't benefits
I'm riding with degenerates we out in public sipping medicine
I look around it's like nobody there everytime that my depression hits
I was a inch away from giving up
They don't see that it's coming from hard work they think all of it's luck
Saw my reflection in a pool of blood
I got off on the arrest because it wasn't constitutional
Eleven hundred for the what? I'll buy them all
Ain't even trying to get no clothes I'm trying to buy the mall
Was locked outside of Heaven's gates I had to climb the wall
Smart with my taxes I be knowing how to write them off

You can't spell millions without a couple L's
I've got demons on my back they tryn' lock me down in hell
But God with me he picked me up every time that I fell
Could shop local but I think I'd rather get them in the mail
A C I D T A B upon my tongue dawgy
Nah I can't go inside that club I've got a gun on me
Pull up a Wizz type track and I'm going to run on it
I gave them everything but they still ain't got no love for me