FEBRUARY

I'm getting really tired I rap about the same shit

I rap about my own life these rappers think I'm basic

I put on my Columbia i smoke out i get face shit

Just cuz I'm zoned out don't mean you won't get face lift

Please don't test me you know i hold this thirty eight

I'm tripping about some fuck shit that happened to me yesterday

I try not remember about that shit so I smoke a jay

Ain't been home in a week my sister ask if I'm okay

All the dirt I did i will not see the heaven gates

I know my brothers watching from the sky they hope I escape