Yeah, about 1242 PM, noon, December 17, 2018. Yeah, a sweep! It's time for smoke, I just wrote. The Johnson Brothers gonna take that back. Look, one in that bucket. You must think I came to conversate. Came up in the game, the penetrates. Running through the end zone. All I'm really trying to do is fucking elevate. Give a minute just to meditate. Meditate, what? Yeah, class obsession and you hell of late. Look, I ain't really here to conversate. Back up in this bister penetrate. Go gold metal, run my neck. Now we finally got a reason just to celebrate. Yeah, well, I can't. Meditate, look. Get the leg up. And I'm back on my new shit and my old shit. Still doing numbers. Freaking putty, somebody call a plumber. Niggas pocket only hair and mud as I been underground. Like a mess splint. All along, have you gone bitter but I prevailed. You spam all the emails from the cards, five know I break shit. You and motherfuckers in the same bed. One team in the back, one eight shit. Like Lord Almighty, who will save this? Young nigga on the pool some pocket lids. Couple summers I been rocking. If it just needed, put it socking it. No here I'm number one. Blocking the usual. No no, I'm a spinner. Stop poppin shit. You know I'm charged up anytime. See me get your bar stuck. Know they wanna see if I go hard enough. I wanna see it. They spon up on guys. We've been unigvisin' no swiffer. Stacking them up for the winner. The biggest bad dog walk. Shout out to my nigga, give her. Fucking I'm a quick rap. You some mubble shingle. Get my bag. Yeah. Herg you finally want a stick. Shit, shit, shit. Now you never drop a track. Yeah. Know the old one. The same thing. Creed. Niggas. Creed. Take it to the seas. I can't identify them. I don't know the nine to five. They're another double nine to five. Over time just to keep the grind alive. Come on nigga. All the shout. Pullin' wheelchick in a new whip. Scars skirt dash with a new drip. Air Force ones in my new kicks. All black bands with a new fit. Yeah. You must think I came to conversate. Came up in the game to penetrate. Running through the Anzol and all I'm really trying to do is fucking hell a bit. Need a minute just to meditate. That's the session man. You have a late. Look. I ain't really here to come sing. I'm sure he's like a spin and bissipenitor. Yeah, round the edge of law four. So hold on. This is gonna work out. Need as good as D&D. Yeah. I can't believe he parked this saying fucking ass car man.