I’m in this bitch I’m levitating off the za round the way where i stay everybody puff lah she like
You old dirty bastard gone hit it raw ok
She work of art i had to pin her to the wall ok
I’m at a loss ok
Why you rapping bout some shit you ain’t involved ok
You not a shooter at all can’t even ball ok
Author Morgan the gold plated revolver bang
Who are y’all today
Ok food on the plate Ok
sittin round broke that aint ok you grown
but live and die by the pape that aint ok
cmon this piece of paper it can’t
repair that pain ok
that pain came from metaphysical plane
ok plain and simple — simple and plain ok sick of the fakes so fate seems to be taking the reigns ok