Ep 1

I'm bomb, Al Qaeda on a plane

I'm fly like Gucci mane

I don't do it for fame

Even though all y'all know my name

 

At the end of the day, we pop champagne

I pull hoes

But I don't fuck with those

I want a good girl, who's a freak in the bed

I stay grinding till I'm dead

Work hard for that bread

 

So rich i don't need a loan

Some say I'm a loner

But all great minds think alone

I stay in my zone, so all you peasants don't take my throne

 

I got anger flowing through my veins

All these niggas are about to be slain

I'm all about them gains

Buy a couple chains

Now you know i gotta make it rain

First, lemme explain

You probably think I'm on cocaine

The way I'm going insane

Never mind fuck that I'm not gonna complain