Fiends always asking for
A favor Yea my guy
You can get high
When you have my paper
When I send a bullet
To a hater
The future starts
Looking odd likely
Tylor the creator
And Ya Wifey is a trader
She at my crib on my
Wifi cuzz she outta
Data
Boy I keep trays
Like a waiter t
Election time
How I have you
Running like the mayor
Hope you pray to Ya
Sava
Hopin that he saves Ya
The 45th big
As the head on draya
Never hear you a
Again like fanTashia
Still getting dope
Shipped out From
Malasha
Now the bread
Looking greater
J got the ray on
The glocc
You in danger
Saved by the bell
And I talking about
Tapanga
Been sellin dope
When u was playing Sega
"For the low price" Hook
For the low price
Come threw the
Strip
You Tryna get rite
We can shoot
It out til the day light
I ain't scared
To die
Cuz I know Christ