Intro

Keep a fresh pair of scissors with me just to cut the right piece of fronto Death all in my wallet... guess that's why I'm feeling so alive, yo If I gave it to you, could you manage We make it happen, fuck plannin' I might as well hail a cab, cause, I'm making art that's outstanding My niggas so outlandish My girlfriend out back tanning YES, dark skin, don't panic For the record: Atlantic I've been... keeping pace, still crashing Drinking Ace, still blacking Eat my dick, fuck rations Getting high, it won't distract me My warning: Don't diss track me, bullets get applied to anatomies Eyes low like I'm somethingnese I'm miles into the sunken pleece... wait, sunken place Fix ya face Walked in, made it my place, got it my way, I'm rebellious Besides sex, no yelling (Shh) My mind back on my money and my money's back on my music I don't give a fuck, I just wanna fuck, this sex is the drug we're abusing Same friends, new foes... brushing ashes off my clothes New flows, same 'Tro, off that brew from the corner store Still sip Jäger like a white father Fuck Budweiser, nigga, why bother? I'm the man, let us understand, this lifestyle we can't reach by planning Blunt louder than a crash landing, these niggas known for plane crashes Best vibe out like a Sage Master, she just nutted imma fuck her faster Love good brain like they got a Bachelors, I'm kicking shit like Ken Masters None of this shit even matters, they don't want artists, they're looking for characters And that ain't me She on my dick since "C'est La Vie Let it "batta-boom" and then "batta bing Avant-Garde on everything My mind back on my money and my money's back on my music I don't give a fuck, I just wanna fuck, this sex is the drug we're abusing Same friends, new foes... brushing ashes off my clothes New flows, same 'Tro, off that brew from the corner store