holy ghost

i do pop ups like toast i faced death no ghost you a lame the vibe off my chop take off a top approach with sense or you getting popped. i cant believe it the hate is real the devil on my shoulder but i shall not kill i use to be so broke after bills i couldn't buy me a happy meal working hard for nothing thoughts blocked it was something big money you big dummy buy a beer before food in your tummy beast more like kitten at the most back up you to close. ima leader you a believer you dont want me to win so i keep the heater grind do your own thing if you broke its yourself to blame. ive stole moved and improved now the ladies eyes glued. they wont drain me can you pop a gun of course noggas scary without it they run. no pretend not fake body on a ten she sleeps around to win she sallow then grin only want bad women in my lens I'm home now f where I been