convo

For the journey and the trip too, for every nigga blazing it’s on the hip too, fuck a M, I’m trying to lift 2, weed smoke and conversation, The risk is high, ya foot ain’t gone fit ,my shits a different size, you ain’t trying recover from 6,trip wit ya bitch, for the love of the drop,love of how it fits in the back, love of the front da camel print,how that shit sticks in the cracks, Porsche wit a stick and a hatch, blue sparkles in the paint, Brunson with all that I caint, on mom dukes, all of them saints, pressure cracks the ribs the chest and plate,no fucks on who it is,ain’t pressed to debate, repeat the same mistakes, give or take,them pot holes have you hitting the brakes, couple pistols in their face, have em admitting they snakes, a couple issues, it’s time to break bread,, if they offical,before a lot of I miss yous,the ushers, the service & tissues, all the things that we misuse, and them blocks that we dip through, lost value bout as fast as the whip do, she curve you when you smile wit the chip tooth,hit ya roof,like a Mexican wish that Rich knew, bare no expense like the rich do