In a space in my own i spend days on the phone tryin make this shit happen felt days then alone always blazin the cones
Still king of this oz rap
Next decade tell em chill coz i got that
Quarter past 4 ...
Bottles worth more than whats on your mans fire watch
Someone questioned me the other day they asked me was it worth it with all of the fuckimg fame
I had to think about it, still i dont know but if i didnt rap id still be that one broke
But the fucking fame oh man the fucking fame enough to make me wanna high and never make returns again
But its the life that i ask for
