0ne t4k3

Baby baked off a gram, im fried off 2 bowls, dig 50 graves like I'm filmin' Holes, shoot off hollow tips left yo mans in the cold, I ain't just a rapper, I don't fit the mold, but writin and spittin' makes me feel so bold, my feelings stuck in the chamber, let it unload. Pull up in a Ghost, stick shift ridin' low, suicide doors and top down in the Rolls'