low life

we going make it to top fuck this nigas like them popo and also to those that don't we to be global I've been leaving my lagacy for a suppose I've been leaving in the present my past so cold I've been rapping for rapping for low life men where I came from I came from street my nigas talk money your nigas bitches that same girl you call you girl now cooking kitchen she serving me the dishes I'm making her come through for her wishes I'm nailing shit this rap until 65 inches I'm in my ministry preaching so my crew the new era could listen humbly and submissively we taking out this rabble's with the kindle of this flame that consumes who comes in the way