This is a good song. This is a good song. This is a good song. This is a good song. I'm so fucking bummed bro. This is a good song. This is a good song. Oh I won't let no time. So cuz I'm just too fly. I keep me as thick times. To everywhere that I ride. I won't respect. Won't let a nigga play with my life. I won't reject smoke. Can't neither will my guy. I know they be peeping on the net. But I never reply. I ain't with none of that. Cuz I'm really having street ties. Might make my headers mad. Break them racks out and go lie. I won't go but I'm gonna stay rest of my life. I ain't got hot on the niggas. I ain't gon' play on the niggas. How they shit got it? I'd rather die with my niggas. Cuz I know I love on bus and they fight for day-bake. I put my heart in my music and I ain't talking music. But they niggas they payin' no shit. I ain't got a nigga really be pointin' me. 20 bands though thinnest blue beat crack. When I feel classy, my rock will be cold. But you get me back but you know it. She got repumped. Niggas ain't pukin' with B.I.G. cold. I'm tryna get it for all of my phones. Just follow me on my carry the lock. They bought some jobpers for all of my home. And they spoke out of obstacles, them niggas. Life got me feeling like the chosen one. Based out the route to the chose. Should I get the white of the gold? But they shit don't think it roads. I wanna code this one. Wifey just put me in my mouth. Oh, I won't let no time soon. Cuz I'm just too fly. Keep me a stick times too every word that I write. Oh, I won't risk it. Won't let a nigga play with my life. Won't retake smoke and neither will my guy. Oh, they right. No, they beeping on the net. But I never reply. I ain't with monity. Cuz I'm really havin' street time. I might make my head as man. Break the racks out and go lie. I know that you ain't gonna be talkin' in tweet. But I also know that they money they premium. Brand new shit that all come out the net. See, knock off this hitter that broken me tree. You can keep your little advice to bitch. I don't need it. I just heard of the dope issues. Don't get me reeked. I'll give you a full whip. But you sit in critty. All this hot children drunk at your bitch. Wanna eat me. Tell me why, young nigga. So fly. I can try to run that high. Just hold a spoo with some bitches on the side. I got my money in private. That's some of the lotta you little niggas can't say. Why would I take you to my jewelry wasting this time? No, I'm where you can't pay. Baby you find it. I like the way that you fuck me. But sorry, get your cane state. Run up a bag and fuck it up the same day. I never change, I'ma stay the same way. I won't let it know time. So I'm cussin' just to fly. I'll keep me a stick times to every word that I write. I won't retake smoke and neither will my guy. I know they beeping on the net, but I never reply. I ain't waitin' on it in cause I'm really having street time. I might make my head as mad, break them racks out and go lie. I won't go work on my state race to rest of my life. Why, why, why, why? Camberman, I been shootin' like I was at the end. Shootin' like Zag, so you know I keep bouquet. Bouquet, bouquet, bouquet.