R.I.P. (Rest in pussy).
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak.
Think I'm gettin' sick, I'm feelin' illegal/ And not having money is the root of all evil
With everything happening today, You dont know whether you're coming or going, But you think that you're on your way, Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it.
Real gs move in silence like lasagna.
I gotta die with money cuz i wasn't born with it