Used to bump ProjectBitch
In the curves and the cul de sac, rolling up sticks, bitch
Bag full of cans, thats change in my hands
Coat smelling like mold, got snow on my vans, yeah
No bling, no peace, no rings
No mink on my shoulder, no brands on my feet
Now my phone wont stay quiet
Trying to sell me all my dreams, but I still wont buy it
I wish I was like you, fuck
But I cant cause I think too much
Used to bump ProjectBitch
In the curves and the cul de sac, rolling up sticks