Swishin the game
Grippin the grain
Takin the picture and flippin the frame
Blunts to the the face thats every day
Love it so much i might marry the Jane
Now fuck that, thats corny shit, but it rhyme right so i said it bitch
Im chillin bitch on my lavish shit, you aint no where close to my level bitch
Big minerals on my bitch
Fresh fruit, flood my plate
Stay out my rays like a freckle bitch
Cuz you are my son and i am your maker
Ridin scrapers, out in Vegas on the old strip goin 88
Too many drugs i think im bouta faint, but we got too many rolled i aint waitin
I aint bout praying
I aint bout makin up gods in my head to help me get through the day
I aint bout the rain I aint bout the pain
I kick hella raps and smoke hella weed
Thats just me, thats just SESH
18 and i get better like every day of my fuckin life
I got a million in my hand and its bouta take flight like