Gettin Low official

imagine my leather seats line wit Satin this is what happens holophane napkin Dream a Little Dream for me and my captains wont sip the lean we just do it like Nikes theme bending round the curb my white walls so clean I was sired from a king I can feel it in my splene maybe bad wrong time no means, maybe my mom wasn't the angel that shes been to me, life can throw curves meaner than any pitchers, as lemonade pours from my pitcher Im reading scriptures they thought they lost wit Hitler, granted the enigma of giving me the jitters will I draw or will I leave u with a stigma I'm a poet first rap is what it sounds like when it's well rehearsed over mega hurtz and what's worse fuck the verses any nigga versus get full out disbursement I am death merchant when I pull up is in a Sherman the motherfuker driving smoke sherm man I'll be in the gunner seat BA v drive in front of me Face is right behind us in a Hum V holler if you want B God damn boa I miss Slum V these new rap dudes bet not be gun free where is all my niggaz they had lunch free and still want it these records got me wanted I kill two at time I'm double-jointed rappers think they kamikazes what you saying son Molly got you out of your body like the Ancient One the sun is getting low is getting real low gotta go, party on the low where the hoes