Misery Loves Company Lyrics by EST Gee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I could die from disses, I probably would’ve been cremated (I probably would’ve been cremated)
I came up (M-M-M-Murda) from servin’ them sacks of hard to a free baser (Servin’ them P’s)
Arguin’ with God, when I paid the bond, He ain’t free Kada (Ain’t free lil’ man)
You ain’t dedicated if you don’t hop out on feet chasin’ (Feet chasin’)
N***** dead broke, say the key to paper is be patient (N****, fuck that)
But fuck waitin’, been tryna buck lately (Fuck that)
Live local, late break-in
High clucked out ridin’ with enough rounds then I could truck down
You hear that rip sound, n****, better get down ‘fore he get found
Spit it from a switch round, dead n**** kiss clouds and I’m rich now
And I still ain’t switch crowds (I still ain’t switched up), can’t put my blick’ down (Can’t put my blick’ down)
And I probably never will (I never will)
Red called me from Heaven said, “You better chill”
Maybe it was Hell, but I couldn’t tell ’cause I’ll answer still (Still I answer for a bro)
I get high and hope that I’ll forget my mama’s cancer chills
Bullets hurt, made me hooked to ercs, I gotta have my pills
She hurt me first, even at my worst, I still pay half her bills (Pay half her bills)
It’s a opp survive, through grace of God, I pray he lack again (Lord, I pray he lackin’)
It’s OT folks, lowkey want that smoke, I don’t be tappin’ in (No, I don’t be tappin’ in)
Real gangsta, I can’t speak on no beef I ain’t active in (On no beef I ain’t active in)
They respect my money ’cause it’s bloody, I still act and spin (Blood on my money)
Don’t just throw your hood up ’cause you from it, n****, what have you did? (What you doin’ in your hood?)
All I need’s a yo, lil brodie, chops and a pack of cigs
Pitch a tent, and sit out front his crib, right where this n**** live