ya ya ya dreaming about this paper and making this money , one for the mula, two for the honies, and one more for the fame, cool is like to be loved, never been a playa hata, love to give more than i take back, love to see progression in this rap game , keeping my peeps in mine, wanting to tell rap gods this one is a banger, love that i can still grace the mic, the weekend is where its at, cuz from Monday from Sunday i be on the grind, later for tired, im in the house today 🎉 next week its the 🍟 fries, to my dogs im good , as in my fam, i love to hear sick anthems, and let the beats reach momentous, i live to stack my ryhmes to the sky, i see one penny, and raise you a 🍞 loaf , scared money couldn't take nothing from me, cuz i dont spit ether i split the truth, love to see myself with mad women in they birthday suits, as in my ryhmes im as fresh as im is, so holla at me if you can hear me♟️.