hold on tight

Never knew

Man, girl thank you

Lot of babies too

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Dress up and get fly too

Is because of you

Does he skate, yeah he skate too

You know i’m better off without you

Don't fuck around and make it true

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Mr. folarin said he got me trel rockin' too

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I thought i'd finish his ass at summer jam too

Hah, wale folarin, ballin in case you didn’t knew

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

But until then, i gotta do what i doand stay a crooked nigga too

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

My opponents so obtuse, even if they alone they not top two

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true