Toast

I wanna make a toast

Toast to us all getting rich

And not losing our fucking minds

I'm loved by the whores, in suicide doors

The games in my pores, I'm related to the moors

Shit you never seen, what I copped from them stores

What you niggas worth, I done spent on the floors

But less on the chain, brands with a name

Splurge for the pain, i was blessed with the brain

Talk wit OG's, they invested in Cain

And did a little time, now they ashamed