Yeah
I guess I
I guess I lie so much
Even when I speak the truth
I think i'm lieing
What's the point of selling
If nobody not buying
Man tears on the ground
People keep crying
Climbing to the top
Yeah
I keep my style in
Yeah they tell me
I got this type of mechanism
Man I got twenty four bitches
Like I own tourism
It's about to get scary
Exorcism
Bring your girl
I could give her orgasm
Many times
Still I grind
Everybody wanna do it like a prism
Ism
Isn't this isn't that
Boy don't bother put a full stop
Don't know that
I do it like a whatever
You talk about that
Man
Chit chat
Every body wah fi chit chat
Peter pack
Peter pack
Yeah
Man
I gotta keep my game
Like Peter pan
Man I got style like Robin hood
All the gangsters robing in the hood
I just do it
All I need is my food
Gotta feed my belly
This is my occupation
Sing songs
Make your girl cum
(Chuckle)
That's my fucking occupation
Sing songs and make your girl cum
Bitch