I ain't even got a theme I'm going off the top
Cause if you actin like you banging, Ill be sure to give you props
Crooked ass wannabes, with retarded ass odysseys
Scissored ass dudes, think they can go and start rocking me
My boy are you serious, like really like honestly
You ain't ever read a book, and you expecting some novelties
These common commodities are making monopolies
Money buys a lot, but is limited to quality
Damn
Ill just go about my business
Not asking for a lot, just a little of forgiveness
No Witness, No guardian angel
See the bullshit like Ray, But Im cheffin like Im Rachel
Yeah I'm cooking real good flavored like the last supper
Cause tomorrows never promised with these crazy mother f*ckers
So I'm never out side, I just write on these lines.
Make
The lyrics like a bomb , to explode on your mine