Drizzy bro aint got the memo calling my shit peak dis the demo writing lyrics out of the ghetto we be working hard for the labor out the get go my lyrics go echo la ferrari pianted in green and in yellow ballin on and off the court call me melo but life it aint easy count up racks because i am breezin got paid off this evening fake gangsters bro they be deceiving calling off shot but his mom in my sheets just breathing i know they dont need me, yuh aint making my shit free yuh this nigga wont leave me yuh finish like chief keef yuh i know you dont believe, bro 3s like 3 in a row i dont need this hoe bro guapa gon keep this low but we still gon blow Im african nigga we gon keep this cold