If I die Imma do it reppin, I'll never do it second.
Blame the city I'm a product of it
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell. I will never understand that but oh well.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
When raindrops hit the tin roof it's crazy. That's a metaphor, did I lose you baby?
I'll slow roast ya, got no holster