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How are you, I don't wanna talk about me
I've been going through so much, I can't even fucking sleep
Yeah my life feel like the snow, it just keeps

It was great when I dreamed of it
But I hit the brakes and rolled up the windows
I didn't know that it waited for me
Like a limousine with

Yeah, shit, shit, yeah, shit, bitch, this some young, rich, real shit
Man, I'm known for catching plays like I'm Edelman (shit)
If you got some

Everyone talk down on us, you already know I poured it up
Got that Henny n that rimmy, inside my double cup
Smokin' on that shit, you know that shit

Running thru them bags had to get my check up
Niggas they be hating broke boy I'm next up
We say fuck a vest hit em from his neck up
I just scored

Remember days on road with a backpack with 10odd zs in it
So mind how you speak on it
Nah bro I ain't no eediat
I just wanna make ps of my speech

Yea I´m back again, yea I do it again
Stacking money to the fucking top, cop that benz
Black rims, gliding jordans when I´m speeding fast
Everything

I could really get High any day any day any day any day
I could really get High any day any day any day any day
I could really get High any day any

It's all about smokescreens and cigarettes
Looking through low lights and silhouettes
But all I see is lonely people in crowded rooms
The city's

I put it all in his hands
I put it all in his hands yeah
I put it all in his hands
I put it all in his hands
Jesus' hands

The things I don't have

Yeah, go
We tryna run shit down (Okay)
Imma pull up with that ma fucking chopper and tell him to say that shit now
Lil' bitch gonna go
When I get

Quick to get it hot, man we cuttin' on the ceilin' fan
I'ma let you rock, said he saw me at the store, you had to drop
But boy ain't know that I been

Yeah I been getting bags
But a nigga need mo'
Yeah I been getting stacks
But a nigga need mo'
Yeah I been counting racks
But a nigga need mo'
Been

Get off my nerves hoe
They got speed but they never can match my swerve hoe
Look up to me because I'm fly as a bird hoe
You fuck around and rub yo

Yikes
I dont lie I got pride on my side
Never press rewind but this forza when we slide
Redirect my eyes to the thighs and behind
But every single

Wake up to a paystub, get my bank up
Imma rake up all these pesos
Spent the day out in LA so I don't waste no vibrations
I stay up, you stay under me

Think a blunt is the only way to fix this
I just take a hit and I lose all my feelings
Man, I haven't felt this way since I was healing
I'm so

I'll tell you what I want to do
I want to take you home
With me
I'm a find that sweet spot girl
And for fill your fantasy
When I laid my eyes on you

Sorry, I am just hollering
I had to get out my bag on this beat
Focused on getting these dollars
I'm like a rubber band rapping machine
Doing this

I feel your vibes, homie, just stay away
Keep on talking, lay you down where you lay
I got the choppa if niggas feel brave
Call up the opps, I put

Do it on my own, yeah that's all the time Do it on my own, when I'm on my grind
Smoke a lot of dope, yeah that's all the time Smoke a lot of dope,

I might
I might
I might
Aye
I might

I might trap inside yo house
I might fuck around kick yo doe
I might hit another lick
Talk some shit
Then hit

They told me hit the booth I fuck it up it's normal to me, but talking bout my life through Music seemed boring to me I can't talk about no baddies

Hmmmmm yeh ye
Say them know me zigi terry

I dey try all my life make he be cuz the shege wey I see plenty
But still yet I dey rough am ,but nah one