Fatal Outro

Uhh, Aye turn me up uh huh
Aye turn me up
There we go
Look ok ok ok
So they thought it was a mother fuckin game right
I got something for em
Let’s get
I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage
You know how I get
-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j’s
Yo I want a hit
Mamma imma be a famous rapper
Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit
Look at the kids when they look in the kitchen, the fuck are you whippin
They know it ain’t grits
Close faces, in the most cases, be the most dangerous
I’m too sketched out
Who want this stress and the pressure applied, with bets on the side
I’m ruthless now
No hoop dreams still tryna ball
Everything we want, it’s time to buy it all
Champagne bottles, bunch of Tylenol
I ain’t friendly dawg, I ain’t tryna talk
Ooohh, — he feelin himself
You fuckin riotous for screamin the truth
Ooohh, -come see me in hell
Imma murder the devil
There’s plenty of room
-we got pussy and shrooms
-marijuana and whisky
-way too much to consume
-so come do it up with me
Wally World for the camouflage
Big bag, buncha hoes, like Santa Claus
-Get up in the paint
Win, lose, or draw
Gladiator camp, taught me damn it all
Florida boy, from the dirty south
My truck lifted, bitch murdered out
Can’t stand the heat, you better turn around
Leave it up to me, and imma burn a pound
Born to reap havoc, legends never die
I done built some shit I’d never jeopardize
Roll models, who was steady getting high
I looked up to my whole entire life, that on hold
Don’t come to my show
Askin me to smoke
If I ain’t see it rolled
Night flight, got my — sucked, on the airplane, it was freezin cold
Fuck it
-We some Rolling Stones
Bedroom, she’s an animal
Hold my phone!
-When will I come down
Kinda hope I don’t
-Cause I was faded every song I wrote
-Miss-ion-ray wasn’t much a mission
I went backstage, with general admission
I’m still talkin nasty
Hope you fuckers get it
-Yea i Love her Ass cheeks
Dawg I must admit it
— my bad about that lil Dis track, I won’t be mad if you want your get back
Can’t we all just get along, man that would be crazy that shit would be lame
Bitch I’m takin shots at anybody, that I feel deserve it, I’m just takin my aim,
What u want me say boy I’m comin that way
-see me in person, got nothin to say
-kush and Cologne, Come puff on the jay
-tell me what’s wrong with these suckers today
I end up killin the shelf at the bar and then rage
You know how I get
-The people around me are rollin up good weed in j’s
Yo I want a hit
Mamma imma be a famous rapper
Making millions of dollars from talkin my shit
-I'm spending half and then the other half imma reinvest before callin it quits
FUCK THE INDUSTRY