Yo, book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the [bad word] That I’m living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes, cause I’m sicken of the image, of using marijuana
saving vintage for the time being
My skills said is very serious, in fact, spit a while rap [bad word] stay right on the cow’s back
Throw it on the grill, I’m cooking in the stew
Same [bad word] that’s on the grill gave me leather for the booth
If they make me take the stand then I’m lying through my teeth though
Ask to swear to god but in that I don’t believe though
My man Stevie mo playing safety for ???
Hustle till my fingers stand cheesy like a cheeto
Shawty on the bench pleasuring my pp
Small crew ??? lyrical graffiti [bad word] roll precise, like a hooker with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get ??? for your life
So much to say it’s so little time and [bad word] Killer queens above all, New York be the [bad word] crazy out your mouth will get your split out like a [bad word] through the maze like willie, you gotta feel me

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck … door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie
??? chilling in the lobby
Yes I’m living all, ???
Open up cigars and fill them with a ???
??? for [bad word] ???
Your style is [bad word] [bad word]  time to lift the mattress
??? you rapping with a ??
Spray the ??? smoking got me ???
Attachment ??? never stop until my body dive into a pile of money

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck ??? door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

I’m already smoking like a gunshot
You know the fuzzy ??? call it Dunlop
Fall ??? many hours, one man standing, one spot
From the morning to the [bad word] son drop
Cause I’m one with the earth eyes red [bad word] I’ve been ??? since birth age 9
My ??? kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray [bad word] tomorrow, [bad word] in the fast lane

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck ??? door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts