I'm gonna play you some of the

Good things that we can do.

PSA. Let me start shooting.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I'm so cold

with it. The potency of the

beat is consistent with the

fact that most get it prolific

not shaken or stirred in the

presence of those n****s herbs.

They only after your bread and

f****** birds. You think they

like your haircut fair enough.

Live your life partner. Guess I

could keep them two cents in my

pocket. Add that to these

underground rap dollars. Refuse

the majors and stay real. I

kept my promise. Roll bamboos

in the Bahamas mama. It's

either that or them strawberry

colliders. Xbox web browser

downloader updated NBA roster

player. 82 game season condo

full of snacks for the night

leaving off brand mother f******

odd number. You are not even on

my level. Right? That sickness

my ink pen sneezing. Yes. It's

a big pen. Can't catch me

sleeping. You hear hustling

mother f****** and I'm eating

creeping with my side b****.

Hope I don't get caught cheating

New Orleans this morning, New

York and this evening squinting

their eyes and shit. They can't

see him fly in the high buzzer.

The buzz can't be illegible

letters in my ledger. They

can't read them. Smiling money

piling. I'm cheesing O'Donnell

the broken. I ain't know that I

was speeding fast living slow

gym for these b******. I got

that game from my Pittsburgh

n****** feet. Diablo 96 wings

lift. Daniel son crane kick.

You're the best.

You're the best.

You're the best.