I just do it for the niggas that's tryna see a million fo' they die
How you feel? How you feel? How you feel? 25 sittin on 25 mill.
No strings attached, your love is so WiFi.
She live in a mindset that I could never move to
When I leave I always come right back here. The young spitter that everybody in rap fear.
When I finish writing a rap verse. It's a lot like sex: You start off slow with ideas, like foreplay, and then you put your all into it. When you end it with the perfect thought, it's like that perfect last stroke.