Who's Pills Are These? (What Bag Were They In?)

I'm tired, I'm tired, been blowin' on fire
 I should get some sleep, 'cause tomorrow we drivin'
 Ruby da Pilot been pulled over twice
 And I still flick the lighter, I'm tryna get higher
 Fuck 5-0, bitch, tryna reach 5 and 0
 They fucking with my hustle, man, they tryna fuck my title
 Driving to Cali, driving to Brooklyn, driving to Texas
 What's going to be next for us?
 Prolly the prison, we tend not to listen
 Making more money, one show then they do in a week
 Yeah, they even admitted it
 Splittin' and stuffin', I say "fuck the cuffing"
 Smokin' and driving got me into trouble a couple of times
 But I still keep on puffin'
 Flexin' in Lil' Mexico, smokin' on the Texaco
 I will never save a hoe, never rat and that's fo' sho'
 Data on, I never roam, always creepin' close to home
 Xanax bars or methadone, local rappers on my phone
 Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life
 Opium inside my pipe, if dying's wrong, I'm never right
 Couple bitches on some ice, they treat me like I'm Eazy E
 Yung Christ, no Galilee
 I am such a rarity, hangin' from a Rosary
 Talk that shit on up
 Nigga that where you fucked up
 Try Trick or Treatin' on my head
 Don't make me get to tuffed up (run up)
 Reppin' FOD man Anywhere no matter where I go (squad)
 Take the cash out my hand boy you gon' need to hold for us
 To fuck with me my life Skywalker so don't [?]
 Dreamin' money hoes and hoes, talking 'bout [?] Hustle
 Fear off the muscle
 Aim and bust
 You playing with a nigga's hustle
 Can't fail [?]
 Life is a Hustle