platinum bars

, what y'all know about real cashin' and topless jags, doing 80 on the ave. goin' on the cop some hash, stash box, no more air bags, just pop the dash, got them things with the sling hammer to cop them bath, slouch down in the bucket seats, real discreet, ice grillin', like fuck it i'm too real to speak, so suck it in, denim down with the chuck and timbs, fitted cap, so y'all can get it that i'm hustlin', i'm a mr. queen mohanin', kurt cobain, so if you thinkin' too hard, you gon' hurt your brain, from snortin', my feelings is as cold as my chain, az, it's the angels that chose my name, for the return, it's the second coming, left my woman, had to recoup from all the stress and reckless runnin', see the beats don't stop, when the heat don't pop, all it means is that i'm low 'til i see and drop, it's on.