Pull up with some reefer louder then ya momma screaming
Cubic zirconia in my ear but it's blinging
Mala mamacita sound so pleasant when she singing She a top tier like grey goose got me spinning
Winning is the goal also roll a couple cones
Take that ganja to my lungs I'm so high I'm seeing clones Fresher then a pack of gum
Eating runtz and smoking runtz
I pick papers over blunts
I pick cruising over stunts
I like rapping with my brothers we all think a lil different but we mess together well even though we are different
Lyrically I'm not the best but I strive to be close
I remember being broke could only afford toast
I applied for a loan worse decision my bro
They gone ask for double back and try take what i own Now all I do is write songs when I can
Release a song every single day is the plan
Keep myself consistent
Grinding is my mission Performing for a crowd is a wish I'm always wishing
Smoke a vape every single day
Lungs are prolly grey
Lord I pray
You just let me play basketball today
I'm just rambling while I rap don't know what else to say but I know I'm flowing like river wanting my money bigger
Pass the liquor
Hope it's brown
Ion like clear liquor
Pass the liquor
Hope it's brown Ion like clear liquor