I keep ma demons looked up all ma people sounds dat,all ma bitches stay down,all ma friends in de cloud,I keep ma bimah looked up,she was dripping too hard she was riding so fast, ain't gat a plan in ma game n am riding my plane,thank u Lord thank you Jesus, I gata get in the game den am dumping dat hoe, ain't gata piss on ma people, ivy plz rest up ama rest wen I die,thank you Lord for the blessings,!! we use to struggle as one, role on ma wrist, u really pissing me off seen more envy bitches,now battle maself,I gata pick it up,niggas think i rap for money,ivy gata make fame,he gata move to the blame,been fucking all these bitches up ,their been snitching ma game, acrobatics their been automatics!!! ma mom told me chill,I really never chilled,I had a big skilled,a bigger bone now am in ma zone, getting loan,on ma phone,she told me she a bitch a big pitch she a never snitch,she just wanna chill,I never had a child,u a hater!!! remember she yo bitch,stick it ryt down to skull!! I never had a school,he just uncool,be tryna play cool, I really sold ma soul to the most high,even if u know,u wouldn't do it,u little snitch,u asking me Fame, all u do is claim, now u gata blame,on yo black soul yo girl she a hole, she had a one goal!! she was bout to score yo cops came along!!am leaving lifelong,with a lit song, every nigga gata go n Stick it down into their black souls, dripping high I really never had penny now am stuck rapping,for the ones still In high school,their gata go n make it rain,am in ma line,am dripping hard,bitch am cubic with the arrow