First Track

Cant stand fake rappers, Always talking like they're on shit Never seen the streets, So they're just chatting about there mum Shit 2 man got nicked Flying in the space ship Got released two months, cause feds didn't really have shit 3 bags on tick, Shit I never paid it Sitting in my yard At society am raging Mad one paging 3 bricks, sailin 3 bitches asain Never have to claim shit always just be bailing Mad one, sad one Grew up on the last one Never see my boy again so I'll just keep writing these rap songs Gripping one 9 bar Shit that makes u drive far and I got writers block so I cant rhyme that bar