Money got a certain smell, success can you taste it though,tell you to run when it’s safe to go,all these guns, what nic

Money got a certain smell, success can you taste it though,tell you to run when it’s safe to go,all these guns, what niccas bracing for, that ain’t ya OPP, knew him when he had his braces on, too late his mom had to take you home, find ya place to zone , put the safety on,she hold you down, then she avian,I lay it on,like Sunday service and tides,Bose systems,n rides,dumb shit when u ride, death enters his eyes,every sentence of lies, can’t sleep but you try, burn the leaf to survive, hands up reach for the sky, cause you ain’t going the day that u die, that ain’t trolling, how the games design how that liquor and that oxy,ackee know,how he get 2 drillin off them Roxie’s,stop it though,movin like he stupid and he sloppy thou, not before, hitting everything but what he poppin on,gangster vibes opera songs, locks is long, wit red tips like them lights we be stopping on,chopper blowing,on go,you got to stop it for him,ain’t really know her why she drop it for him, till he heard that fa fa fa fa,heavens door, and he knocking on it, trap door, see a lot of red, and some black n orange, bottom of a Jordan, nigga driving he had passed before him, nigga in the back funny sound like a raspy snoring, fuck a joke, nigga ain’t sleep, but his ass is going, 6 feet somewhere up a shit creek,her cousin his niece,twitter posts about the Da ceased,like they ain’t gone press u, till ya shit creased, every wondered what it look like nicca, this beef,sewed as well as shits reaped, till they score,or shots reached, month after next yesterday or fuck it this week, this beef !