haterz on me your women want me doing all i can to stay free fuck the penitentiary alone i slide so well dont need no hype man two face lie and tell solid with my GOD lets give em hell religion making money buy and sell ur mind like a snail out her to win never fail no latte i be coffee dark ass hell eyes on the road only thing promised is tragedy mad af still laughing when im not even happy memories loved ones comfort me times lost gotta get what i want fuck what is cost for now struggle strive mf watch me survive boss as i slide the same till i die Change is part of life best believe I stay high the plug steady supplies no friends only highs and i ride chicken soup not for a pot pie steady moving you know i smoth to my own groove butterfly like the dude man gotz to have. blunt at hand twenty four seven hustle and then hopefully grow old maybe heaven