If his bitch insist on getting sick
Why am i here today writing this music,
When i step off the curb, then, they on they way
I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today
My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,
We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob
I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup
She made my life beautiful and bought me the fuckin' luck.
But who i am?whats my plan?
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man
Is that without her i wouldn't be who i really am
Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play
Didn't want that for my life so that's why i'm where i am today
It's a battlejust for tha big money
Who am i? someone set me free
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