40 bars of terror

6 shots out of the wesson, so much purple, a drought is out of the question, blow ya heart out of your chest and, lay low in a trump duplex down on the west end, focus on what i invest in, got married to marijuana, yeah, and the connect is my best man, even though the game gon' change, it's the same old thing, most of my cash came off cane, i'm in the 6-4-5 nigga with deuce dueces, white pipe late night creepin' with 2 deuces, old head told me can't save money you useless, and all you gon' ever have is excuses boy, what the fuck ya'll think i make music for, and i'm out to get a gallon of water, my man on lock down but flood the island with quarters, move work from denver to dc like portis, o.t the whole winter see me like august, and i still rip a nigga beat like i bought it, and they say it's my time so i'm glad i caught it, my bars could be smoked in the pipe or snorted, i'm just makin it cl-is-ear, the ch-is-amp is h-is-ere, the g-is-ame is mi-zi-ne niggas, this y-is-ear, glock with a full clip, ya'll keep droppin' that bullshit, til' you get popped like a bull whip, plan is to amaze you, and even when they try to make the god dress up, i got the hammer in the blazer, step my game up from the potato to the laser, so you need surgery even if it graze you, motha fuckin kiss ah death nigga, double r, d block, and you know the ghost is next nigga, can't find you we just smoke the next nigga, never hold nothin in you supposed to check niggas, whoever you can think of is garbage off hand, never forget how to make a profit off grams, i just sold my house i made a profit off land, the beamers on ebay i got that off cam, you never woulda though martin was knockin off pam, we got riders in every market nigga they all fam, yea yea i design these things, and you know i'm in the hood like chinese wings