Bank account statement just look like I'm ready for early retirement
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things.
They keep telling me don't save you. If I ignore all that advice and something isn't right then who will I complain to?
Look at where I landed, you would think I planned it. I'm just doin me and you can never understand it.
When I leave I always come right back here. The young spitter that everybody in rap fear.
I get it I live it to me there's nothin realer