You know what the fuck it is. This is that real shit. Listen to that. Cmon nah. My life fucked up I know Say ima change but I don’t Go to the places damn places that I’ll stay away from. In the end it’s paper. It’s all about the paper. You get that check it’s fuck the rest be the croc the gator Cause then it’s see u later. I’m off to a better place. Smoke and drink and meditate. Count until my fingers ache Smoking gas mind on full tank This not no dank we call it stank. And I hang where you bitches can’t I come from a dirty place. And I hang round sum grimes guys Walk em down homicide. 187 call da guys Now ya his momma traumatized Better luck next nvevermind. Let me stop while I’m ahead. back to getting all this bread. Can a mf geta whooa. Getting all stupid when I’m turning up I feel like a boss but they say ima thug I’m sorry cant hear u to high off the drugs. And if u start sum u know we got guns Wit hollows extendedos u down on yo luck Yo stomach is empty let me fill it up We at yo front door like the mf rug 12 gauge balm when you open it up We take the specifics there wasn’t no witness So that’s why I’m here and not sittin in prison. Ain’t been convicted and no I’m not snitching I’m down for my niggas like Jordan and pippin And I keep one on me so no I’m not slippin They found his head but his body was missing. Prolly was swimming sum where wit tha fishes. Used to be posted on blocks like fences. And I got my nigga pops in this bitch wit me and u know he gone blow sum. Real og hahahaha cmon cuz on. Let the beat roll I guess.