I’m a reflection to these streets

I’m a reflection to these streets These beats can’t stand my heat Like fire I burn through your soul I use to do a lot of smoking the bowl Making money is my priority So let it be I’m glad to be free I’m living like the great prime times like Muhammad Ali All I want to do is be a picture in my family Leave all the negativity especially not the weed Because that’s my remedy blowing down that OG Switching lanes when I’m in that Ferrari My bitch bad and bouji All she likes is to lick my cum and watch movies Fuck that hoe, she can fuck off while I fuck her friends Her friends come to me and it becomes a amendment Where I’m from we come from the hood the 5th ave You know I stay true to the blue Making my next strategy to be sublimely good In the hood I make a mission to approve To catch that ass and kill to uproot Like a seed that is planted but before it has to groom I knew from the start when I was in the womb I was going to be the next one in line for the hip hop world Baby come be my girl and I can show you anything you want Getting lost in the bottle of ciroc or take a toast of Hennessy or patron I can show you what you need without getting hungry for more like scraps left over on a plate I’m like a fucking snake when it comes to finessing these fakes.