ya im in the lab
just typin
its cold i can see my breath but it wont stop me from tryna flex or better yet stretch my territory
this my life but to you its just a story been down and out not even a bucket to shit in thats until
i started whippin in the kitchen and flippin these chickens now im dippin with my roof missin and your bitch wants me to beat her chitlens but i tell her if she ain paying what she weighin she must be mistaken i ain stayin but what ever money she has i will b takin ill snatch that cash you better think fast all i know is gas so i will never be last i ain lookin at my past im moving to quick to ever give a shit and look back im chasin stacks big faces those blue strips i dont trip on a bitch unless shes ain tryna make me rich cuz its rich on a hoe its rich off dro and ill never fold means i never told a soul