just me

money coming in fresh to death like double mint s on my chest got me feeling nloke im super man im the man so understand i got plenty bands i aint talking drummer if u understand what im really saying straight D to yo bitch got me also feeling like gary payton whipping that pussy got me feeling like im back in slavery i git alot of feelings sometimes i b feeling crazy rool smoke puff pass sometimes i b feeling lazy draw doen on yo bitch fuck her them tell her i see her later she eat this dick like its her favorite flavor rolling by myself on the other side of town turn up nigga everytime i touch down if it aint bout money then dont even come around rounds after round coming out that 4pound no love straight slugs that a word from the wise look me in my eyes and please dont cry i gotta keep it real but dont ask me why chancing thus paper so u know im in my strive bankrolls rubbing up against my thighs