30 4 30- Wes The Wolf Aka Stifler Montana

How can I hate my life when I came so far, trying to get rich like drake going 30 for 30, back when I was walking through broadripple hitting all the bars, crippling anyone fucking with my ex, jk only jokes, they only hate because I was the best, no flex those notes setting the city ablaze, back when I smoke on the haze, I had them blown, paving the way, all their dollars sign straight into my pocket, back then BANDO and I feeling like future and lil baby, we use to share girls, only if they knew everyone probably would still hate me, life got little crazy while serving white lines can’t no body get lazy sorry sir my brothers can’t sip the drank because we on point so much that I quit smoking couldn’t even light up the joint all the money was coming by points no distribution deal, all scales, all sales off all types of dope if you got caught try to tell we will hang in your cell as your blanket the rope I’m sorry mother but this life isn’t a joke, at least I didn’t lie to I just always hide from you, not embarrassed, just not ready my time is now I know the stress has been heavy but GOD see the strength in me to defeat all demons in other words I was chosen, I promise GOD has spoken it’s my turn, step back, before you get spilt smack, on my Will shit, Hit up my favorite Capricorn Will Bitch, Rams gotta stay together running the game from state to state, J.Cole eating breakfast well ima taken your plate, as if I’m standing in all gold and behind me is heavens gates, so watch your words for heaven sake, it’s just me and the Microphone it’s like I took myself clone on a date, no I am not gay I just double my money in every single way, consciously harder than Tommy McDonald