nah nah

nah nah I aint stuntin these hoes fell in love wit my goals like i really got hot once my heart turnt cold and im too turnt goo all i really really know like its really only the floor out mud that money grow we den walked it in the snow popped it off in front the store prolly seen me on a tour and I never did a show its a question I dont know how these bitches always know when im tryna keep a low they call me there that nigga go I got choices and my voice is in my actions and it show too much practice on that mattress aint getting paid she a hoe too much yappin, aint no capping on my line for the broke I got plays for the woke, but I dont play I aint pope use yo brain or get poked aint going back to being poor put my back up on the wall and ima blaze through the smoke