juss a lil freewrite.. gettin back into the swing of things..
on the highway to heaven..
you can catch me at the 7 to eleven..
clutchin a dutch to get me high way to the heavens..
so you know that lex coupe you always speakin on..
will be the same lex coop them birdsll leave you leakin on..
without ya sneakers on..
my boys keep it gritty..
and they'll slide with ya bride if shes suttin pretty..
so you can walk around look sure sporty and nice..
but trust me, if i were you, id leave like 4 40s on ice..
cuz i play no games, i say no names..
my payroll gains my claim to fame..
im insane in the brain with pain in my veins..
and my man dko got that bomb cocaine to blow you up like propane..
leave replies, ill return the favor..