Living without a care

keys, a bunch of keys, a island some where? Louis V. catch a plane!, back to the city, and I'll be back to the zenith,...back to my lyrics, a drug lord exquisite? watch my chick squeeze in...a Louis Vuitton dress,...hit the club?, like Mohammed Ali, yes?,...and am the m.c., a special guest? shining at the top, like rain,..the drop, break apart when I hit the floor when I wear a part, God made me into a star, started off sad, than discovered crack? than I was always outside, now watch my cake rise, into a black card. Hook: Black cards nigga, we raise em to the air!!!!we the cartel, we the greatest nigga!!!! tits out nigga, hands in the air, in my drop top!!!..living life without a care?...(in my drop top,... living life without a care...) v2: the dope boy, always got money!!! drop a cigarette boy, and I got a new penny?, prolly sipping Henny as we speak, in L-V...,and since am a real m.c., tongue kissing at the bridge, your bitches fake it, prolly got fake tits and a damn dick, mine bring the thick wit em and a gorgeous face on em,the artist? I got taste for em, taste that pussy! she my new rhyme pad, is that your chick? my bad....