talking

Born in the 80s but the 90s raised me I gets 730 I get crazy word to dot that's my unborn baby In my 20s I was I on the run Fuck riding shot gun Had to gta a whip See the ds I had to dip Fuck a car i was better in a good cart Im smart shout out to Nicholas tesla He had something called a death ray Fuck a dude that's gay But what up to a bitch that's a dyke I know how to battle like Even in the after life I might battle chirst Do what I have to do you'll never prevail Im thinking money 11 to 12 Im getting rite gotta get the cake rite I remember waiting in the staircase thinking about the briefcase pop up front door like a sweepstakes Ain't got no check tho 9 to your next ho Now I'm hopping on the metro I can give a fuck what ur name is now I'm leaving u brainless you see what the game is It's hard but I'm trying to be famous Im doin it Ny on my fitted im on some foolishness