I’ve got a foreign x5 Never wanna get stuck in my emotion,let them go away Emotion that I waste it, I never regret it am always staying on my lane A lot of people think were running this game but nobody’s the same Pass me the phone on my grand ,I got to plan this escape My life on a tension,look like detention,pull in your crib,never even mention Fuck your own bitch still there’s no option Beautiful pain lies,it Ain’t common The legends now are wasted (wasted) I’ve got a foreign x5 Young nigga we ain’t daft Cause a lot bitch got a bit offense Came up with a rhythm With my album moving on high range A lot of people wanna hear my songs Give advice to your own son None of my niggas ain’t off point Never do drugs that off point Am a type of nigga who don’t wanna die young I’ve got a lot thing I haven’t made I’ve been sitting in a corner Thinking bout life style How will i generate Never even taught i will made that far,all my haters wanna hate Book me a flight down To LA perform on a stage