BandOBand

I pray to god and get this cake, I won't sell my soul

I got heart, but it's on fire I got that coal

First track that I dropped I said "this shit really gold"

The road was made for the run, so we shall go

I lost my Gpops in elementary

You can't tell me how to feel, You don't know it meant to me

God told me stay up, in short words everything

I be talking to the sky it always get a bit of me

Bands up, I be counting up sitting backseat riding presidential, five tint in a black whip

He a dog tryna get it out the rat pit

I been living in this cold world with madness (Mad)

Ima get high, Ima go to outer space (Shh, shh)