it's always banging here

wasted by the waste that starts to haunt you caught up in a triangle of crime that is truely desingned to remind you that I'm on my way to define that contract on contact hey lil homie i gots yo back i make those racks a stack those racks some stacks counting down the paper that two dolla bill that kush and good green smoking down on purp and drinking that lean on the open waters of new Orleans this gets you so obscene killer kush kids living dat dream bustin ya outta the seams holla holla my nigga bling bling like dat light up on da scene hit dat ass make you scream light a headless horseman in the middle of a murder dreams whip cream sandy beahes& negativity is just in the hustle that lets you be so forgivivg forgive thats hiw we live in da trap and outside of the laws hat scat scat dirty ass rats make way for the dawn rising only forgotten trap king as i sit and ponder on the white wings if a hurrican baby baby gettin dat money paper chaser. greenbacks and no chit chat just get ya roady and head out cause you can blow me away into this french parada catching the wind and turning the bend down to the rim with sunshine and clear skys thats a beautiful morning