Untitled Song

this is my life i don't give a fuck what you like you see these gun every night

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Like lighting herb tonight, cops come, adjourn the site

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right