Hands beats at the slam

Won't you come with me

Won't you come with me

This way deeper than a couple bars

Free my brother

Man he just caught another charge

I got a few cuts and a couple scars

I'm in store with some jacks and a couple

Doors belly fat but i ain't done eating

We got a lot from chin to none eaten

You got workers but there ain't none eaten

B**h made fire bills off of one meeting

I'm sorry for the shame that i brought

They tried run up for the cane that i bought

Pull it in your head man

I aim at your force

Told me that

I'm sorry for the pain that i caused

Took a couple hours

It was hit or miss

Early in the morning man

I hit the strip

I i give the call playing a little mix on me

He let one dark little mix

Friends on esco

Told my brother let's go london to lester

Time to let these sketch know

What do the shots

And we bring all the zeds home

Every do the ups

I think they need some more headstorms

My switch sides

I couldn't flip nice to pull them

And the dots come in and wouldn't no choice

I made noise i was letting go of grams

We we the brown boys no sound toys

We plugged in that's gang gang

Everything is normal

We don't put no force behind it

No we've been running running mars

With before coronavirus

Just some daggers to ramos

I went from ashes as ankles

And we were running in vano

Those father running a trap phone

Drinks you up every day

I need a walls keep me safe

Watch your walls i be spraying

I know i laughed by for pen

What kick back and i smoke my weed

Yeah thoughts are getting hold of me

Needs a triple p

Looking at n f t's on open sea

Heard a verdict

Took it on the chin i did my fear straight

Pass a fly and i just made a rack

'cause off this seems to pay

Forever trying talking to the plug

I'm tryna innovate i'm getting high

I'm thinking about my people

That ain't here today

When the going gets tough

You know that tough get going

Yeah you are running buried

Hammers on a wing jar with boring

I just hold my hands together for my cheese

I pray car stool making packs

Fly p i a friendzone

Esco told my brother let's go london

To lesta time to let these skits no

Walk through the shutters

And we bring all the zets home

Buried through the ops

I think they need some more heads

Loans let fly

They wouldn't my sweet size

I couldn't level flick nice to pull them in

The dots come in and wouldn't

No choice

I made noise

I was letting go of gravity

Speed and brown boys

No sound toys

We plugged in a scan