Ok Fresh Money in the building
Bitch this weed got me higher than the fucking ceiling
And everyday of my life my crew go make a killing the game
Ya got ya cash in a safe watch a N***a steal it
Yeah me and Jarred we got money Blowing
I will Take ya head off ya shoulders and get to bowling
I got a talent for rapping and ima show it
N***a Pulled out his iPhone and Yeah,I saw that it was broken
Uh F To The M To E Baby
Too much love make a man go crazy
Uh,Chillin In Miami Me and My Rap N***as
Fuck wit the streets End up wit a Cap N***a
Haha Im Freestyling,Yeah none of this shit was wrote down
Money Getting Stacked N***a Watch me Drown
Yeah Fresh Money Higher than Space and the Stars
Lambo,Buggati and Ferrari Thats all my cars
Yeah I pull the trigga til my hands cripple like Fred Sanford
Called Up my boy chris And Yo! he got 2 Dancing
Uh LMCMB Is what Im fucking repping
This Blood Turf Tell them crips to watch where they stepping
Yeah D.B.D Death Before Dishonor
I promise to remain Truthful I will never be dishonest
Yeah My Birthday came and went
And if u wit F.M.E Be expected to win
Yeah you know im straight up a OG
Man Mess wit me The world shall have no Peace
And if ya fuck up you can deceased
My money increased yo shit decreased
Haha Tell That To all my Haters
I Just wanted something out So I Holla At Ya Later!!