bladee
dolce jeans
when i'm with my fiends
chase my dreams
get it by any means
blood on me
i got blood
i bleed
drugs come free
that's why i stay drug free
i been eating good
i been bleeding bad
i feel better 'bout myself when i was feeling bad
go to hollywood
just to get the cash
if i could
i'd sell my soul to the fucking bank
and i made your swag
i feel like your dad
i feel like that is what made you mad
i'ma spend it fast
then we get it back
hundred racks
i pulled it out the trash
velcro straps
d.e.o
bitch
i'm back
black on black
no
no trash no man
catching flights
i'm jet lagged
built like glass
we use a mask