real talk

im low key stay blowin gas, keep my foot on the gas, in the car i drive fast, nigga money dont last you gonna die for it end, so i get it an i spend it, dollars sighns my visions, seein the picture clear from a distance its lookin vivid, witch craft im whippin da pot like a magician, im so good servin work to da block don't need auditions, wit her legs she put me in a headlock like a submission, whole time thinkin they real they story's really be fiction, still good wit da cookin my hommie called for them pigeons, ill slap the breath out you niggas you rappers is all my children, i treat u bad for wat u believe like pilgrims, im poppin pills im a pillgrum, win some, loose some an gain more,