I don't think nothing. I just do my work.
Life is a beach, and these hoes try'na lay out
I ain't thinking of tomorrow, tomorrow thinks of me like a garcia, bulk of money on tha counter, I told her, baby I see you as my cashier
Always talk to God, never listen to the cops.
From a cell to a jet call it Con-Air
Fresh off campus is the Birdman JR