Swear to god, my life was always supposed to be like this. Walking into Neimans. Got that AP on my right wrist. Got my ex bitch thinking like damn I could’ve live like this new chick and she Hella pretty hold up. I might wife this. My old friends be like yo Wimo, this isn’t you to tell the truth I always been close to the booth to hop in here in a spit nothing but the truth. Dislike that we live in Hella fun but you know we live in fast kiss the curb with SRT. I thought I almost crashed know that I ain’t got the time. If it ain’t got a bag hopped up in that coop in Florida now I’m never looking back shit I hated that part in my life thought I made some friends but they were switching overnight, but can’t be mad. Those were lessons taught me Wright got up on my grind, and finally know my future bright. and fuck these hoes I’d rather call the boys and kick it any night. This thing called life. It ain’t about who wrong or right Stan soul till the end on my family and my friends know we ain’t going out without a fight. These words in my brain, these words that I’m saying if they pertain, I know you real. This bitch trying to stay the night you not my main hoe you lame. I be charged up bring in power like a phone. They all act the same so shit that must mean they some clothes. hear my name a lot shit that must mean that I’m known. and fuck the fame I’m switching lanes this little blonde she give me brain. Rolling through your city big body range. I was always meant for this know I got the flick for this people always tell me Wim boyyyy Way to lit for this