I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
Trails snake round the river,
Hey, the mind state of a winner
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/
Bass drop, low end is a gut punch
Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge
So chase the air hide your stash
I mean turn up the bass
Know it good when she go no hands
The river of death has brimmed his banks
I mean turn up the bass
Right cash, pretty girls nice ass
Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river
Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer
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