when can I get minds real baller

thinking another time when I sit back lose my mind party stinking to the gangsta life of crime in my head. getto wind chime on the grind. stop rewind alazay and lime twist of lemen and a pint of that triumph to hustle is the fussle fiz twizzler lips and I dips getto feelings sitting back waiting trilling feeling fine rewind tapes section 8s homeless mental homes homeless shelters and getto bones payday loans and patrone. when can I get minds born baller nickal and dimes rap some real rymes real stories real fines real minds hustle glory living on real times. as I combine tin and shines rymes that gold spin behinds giggle giggle wash my car paint job tite and rite gets me far I'm a rap star so far getting real real as in real life story's u feel like the country the trout fish I reel spare time i peel a banana and chill and get ill when lil drink half gallon of vadka and pay my first bill always been a star never get noticed always make music get mad at my closest girl bring the Trojans I'm lounging and hosting block party's real blunts and Bacardi like the mardigra sufari like laral and hardy I gets funny make u laugh stupid to u a dummy I'm scrummy I'm that white nigga tall shaunee wit all my people I know and homeys real as a white escalade wit gold spinna and system to say to be continued