calamari

Look at the star, look at the sky

One day Imma be up that high

Bring out the torches, bring out the sticks we need fire

Everybody for themselves we need to survive

I ride round with it, Yeah goin a mile a minute

I just started ain't finished

Pop me an eye, We smoking on spinach

I'm with my brother we turn to a menace

Money turn me on that shit is my fetish

You a rat you a snitch you get to telling

Promise myself that I'm never failing

Taking these I never sell them