To My Bro

passing on the tradition of drugs smoking weed and passing gas do y'all opps need some air? cause ya showing ya ass! you stealing culture from NTL and we asking why? and I'd rather tell the truth and die than deny! I got a few bucks on me but I'm rocking my clothes Damn right, home! From my head to my toes! I don't fear it let em hear it My messages from my spirit! I hold dear it life I steer it but perfect? I'm nowhere near it! if you with me say you got it and if not then you forgot it! That's a lot coming from a corrupt angel who's a prophet! always excited like I won the lotto! my stage name is 1ppl! you can just call me Josh though! I finish this verse like a genie in a bottle! I hop offa the beat and then I pass it to my bro