Should Be Gone (Interlude)

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz] Yeah, I should be gone, been lacking on 'em Could never find what is wrong and that's the problem, uh Looking round the Island, I never find 'em reasons I should be feeling alive can I remind 'em Young nigga, I'm popping, you sounding poppy Back in my ends, probably some niggas that wanna rob me I be like the black cocaine but nuttin' like Bobby You try putting it on me, you know them bullets are on me I do this for a hobby, nigga, it's written on me I'ma die war with my body, ain't no kamikaze She wanna pop it and party and get ménage Spit on my hand, on her punani, I get her naughty Making her dance all on the cocky, she wanna love me Hit it and leave, she wanted all me but never got me, I got this From the show to one of my homies' apartments Smoking, she popping, she high She can't stop it, I might Let her stay the night, I know she wanna Mama told me not to trust these bitches, I never wanna I let her roll up and smoke on the marijuana Fell asleep in the pussy and regret it after I'm always doing the kind of shit get you fucked up Them drugs, can't get enough, it's picking me up Sipping a cup, mix it with the Henny, we trippy as fuck The melodic so peak, we living it up A million's up, ah [Verse 2: Young Kye] Getting head in the bathroom Dip the club and push a button, the car cruise (I'm out of my mind) but in my body, I can't lose I'm living a dream, I stay awake till the afternoon (Pagans watching) Its very true, I never knew Red and blue pills in the bag, I let her choose The devil on my shoulder, the demon said let it loose I might need a reverend, I see heaven in revenue Yeah, yeah, yeah No time for my ex-girl, look, baby, I'm (Cut that bitch off) East side with a new ting, look, baby, I'm (Woo) [Outro: Young Kye] Switch lanes Can't go Westfield, yeah, the kid famous Caught your girl slipping, West End's dangerous Got your girl strippin, I'm Rick James And, you know Na-na, you know