jail

ooohh shiit here we go again I got money I got juice what u got bitch fake ass fake boobs I can't get it working all the day bitch plzz u lookin for some faggot to pay u got fire u got weed stop thinking boy u do have what u need it's that simple do what u do smoking day n night our way how we get our ticket flight imagine a big dick in ur hand homie this is what u get every time u stand sorry WTF is going on in our country talkin bout the biggest swamp in the history we have a so called king Who gives us speech while takin everything never been poor never been rich answer the reaper is knocking on the door bitch I ain't gonna be sorry for being real just tryna make know how u pple feel I hate being controlled by fuckrrs who lied I prefer being called a legend who died it's all bout the damn change well never see now u know why ur pple wanna cross the sea it's all bout my bread u can catch me outside banging with the thugs n the riders who ride