This is as far as it goes
This the end of the road
This the end of the rope
The other end at her throat
"It's suicidal" , she wrote
This is the end of the show, it's over
We doin drugs til we in a coma

We don't love these hoes, our hearts got colder
It's hard out here for a lonely stoner
I know I'm doin drugs, but so what?
Just pray to God, I never throw up
I pray to God, my plug can pour up
I pray to God, my plug still show up
I know the last time we tried to rob him
He lucky bro'nem ain't 𝚏uckin off him

I'm drinkin, drivin in the Bentley coupe, so
It's hard for me to drive, I move too slow
I told you baby, I ain't saving no hoe
I only save the money , Antihero

I burn my old clothes and got some new clothes
I left my old hoes and got some new hoes
My brother got a chopper, and it's kickin like Judo
He shootin while I'm drivin the twodoor

I'm smokin dope til I'm in a coma
The moonrock on me, I love the aroma
I get so high that I'm in the clouds with the fallen angels
Demons with halos

She love the coke but not Coca-Cola
But she'll still pop it like a soda for ya
Her name rings bells like a Motorola
I lay the 𝚋itch off like I'm her employer

And she gon ride like a rollercoaster
And I'm gon hide when the love is over
But it's far from over, losing composure
In a coffin, laying stiff like a boulder

This is as far as it goes
This the end of the road
This the end of the rope
The other end at her throat
"It's suicidal" , she wrote
This is the end of the show, it's over
We doin' drugs til we in a coma