Hiroshima Freestyle lyrics

You never really know who's a friend or foe
I’m on my own, I feel so cold
I'm dripped in gold, from head to toe
Kush for cologne all on my clothes
Bad mamacita, got lean in my liter
Smokin gasolina, I pray to Selena
Picked your girl up in a beamer
Been two days since you seen her
Blow up like Hiroshima
f*ck her and tell her I need her
But that ain't the truth
Got other women that be texting me too
She caught me with one in the coupe
Got sad for a minute or two
But I’m back on my bullsh*t, How do you do
You n*ggas been praying I fail
Don't lie to me n*gga, I been known the truth
Gang signs on my front lawn, n*gga throw it up
Grinding for this sh*t so long
I ain't ever gonna give it up
Selling Gil-Scott Heron
Wire taps, it's a telethon
You ain't up on half the sh*t I'm on
I'm best of all time, Dylan
Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(yeah)
You cannot f*ck with my style
I'm running game, 100 miles
My n*ggas will run in your house
Even when the sun is out
P89 on my waistline
f*ck around, n*gga gon die