Blue foreign?. Let's go!. Hey this is me double Z. Are you hearing it?. Here's the thing I do sing. But you can't believe it. That's my beat take a sit. And keep on hearing it. While I speak while I sing. Still not getting it?. Suck me 'cause this is it!. Just a homemade thing. That I'm killing it. Just a boss way witch. That I'm bringing it. Just a black heart shit. That I'm singing it. Respect this and let it roll. Imma sing this shit till I see it go. Imma sing my shit till I end my flow. Dropping on this beat of a doping song. Trust me don't get me wrong. I'm up on this just to speak my soul. Up on this shit just to sing along. When I play that beat in my fucking song. I like this fuss playing on the low. I trust this song that I'm flowing on. Now chack this lumps coming outta throut. Outta throut outta throut. Holysh**! I'm so sick of this!. All these black strings. All around me. All those black feelings. They are killing me. They got me on my knees. They got me swaering on it. Praying saying fading and hating on it. Got me craving begging. And blaming back on me. But they put me to think. They put me to sing. The truth that I speak. To keep hitting on this so. So fuck you bitches. Underistimating me. Fuck y'all snitches. If ain't getting my speach. 'cause I've been hurting in here. I've been suffring I mean. I'm not complaing no. Just making songs of this. Playing some fuss to set it free. Burning some joints to let it be. Now see you see me. Get into chorus and blow me. I like this fuss playing on the low. I trust this song that I'm flowing on. Now chack this lumps coming outta throut. Outta throut outta throut