Ok Fresh Money in the building
b*tch this weed got me higher than the f*cking ceiling
And everyday of my life my crew go make a killing the game
Ya got ya cash in a safe watch a n*gga 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*gga 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*ggas
f*ck wit the streets End up wit a Cap n*gga
Haha Im Freestyling,Yeah none of this sh*t was wrote down
Money Getting Stacked n*gga 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 f*cking 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 f*ck up you can deceased
My money increased yo sh*t decreased
Haha Tell That To all my Haters
I Just wanted something out So I Holla At Ya Later!!