Anxiety in 30 Rounds

Lyrics

30 in my bottle 30 in my rocket i keep it 100 while you be steady fraudin. Talk shit ima off em. Words ain't cheap boy that shit will really cost ya. Bringing out the shells have ya taco leakin salsa.
Xans can't remember what im saying was this shit amazin? Cuz im in a dazin and im steady fuckin blazin sippin Remy with the lean got me switchin lanes and anxiety on crazy big difference between being depressed and high and being fucking lazy these judgmental niggas stay fugazi.
100 round drum I got that bitch just for fun call me maury all these niggas my sons percs got me in the matrix but no I am not the one.
Got some hittaz brick filppas and some jack the rippers on the pay roll funny how when you lit you like where did the day go? Bitch im on that sway flow kill tracks like we slay hoes still ride with the same bros strapped wit insane poles if I tell him spray it he gunna let the fuckin k blow. Took so many percs feelin like im in a k hole. Got booked same day got out he a rattin ass a hole.
Guns drugs and my bae help me wit my stress but my bae the only one help me clean up my psychotic mess. For her I am blessed better then the rest. And I stay iced out I aint talking crystal meth. 2 30s left go hard and then i take the rest . The high even better when she laying on my chest. Was scared to let her in but took the Kevlar out my vest.
I talk alotta shit my I really love my bitch feels like my heart is a glock and she just installed a switch. Best flush twice cuz together we the shit.