midday

hey cris

fuck you

we here

i feel the hit in there

aye

bitch

yeah

bitch

yeah yeah

alright

we gotta keep that one

that was perfect

yeah yeah

yeah

ayy

oh

yeah yeah

alright

ayy

yeah yeah

ayy

yeah

ayy

ayy

i can't stress the fucking fact

how much i hate my fuckin' life

drag myself through the days

fade

burn my soul just like a light

i was on my fuckin' way

straight

dodgin' 12 and divin'

can't let them know that this bag on me

bitches

they claim that they vouch for me

where was you at in the cell

was sleep

i was in hell

living drastically

stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat

i came for cris when i opened the scene

now i gotta pull up with my bitch in the drop top

got two cars on my neck

where's the parking lot

where's my competition?

this shit too easy

when a nigga gotta rap

ayy

chop them shits then pick and roll

your bitch on my totem pole

hit up craig

get them racks

that's all she wrote

p.s. like from hell with a wish so well

i wake up in the morning

niggas hatin' already

i ain't do shit to nobody

i keep my focus steady

copacetic how i'm trying to keep my life with these problems

keep piling up

cause i'm high up enough

they got a price on my body

i'm like fuck 'em"