Bitch Im everything you aint
Chevrolet with candy paint
Dripin every time we swerve
Nervous like I got no plates
Ever since I smoked that K
Every second, every day
I be crazier than the last
Maniac until grave
I got my own
We smoking strong
Dont you ever worry about me cause I know what Im doing
Bitch, I been on, they talking down
They lookin sad, got a frown even since SESH been in town
Take it back to the old days
If you ask me if I make it
I say no way
Hoe please no this ain’t the dope game
So how Im gonna fly if I dont sell a thing
Now the game, wrapped up in my cellar frame
Whats ya name? I barely bother to ask
The embodiment of trash I am lower than nothing
On a scale of what matters, Im below whats on the bottom
And that aint nada. I get shit bumping
BONES