Mil Otw

Push the chally to the limit, run it out of gas

I know you bleed just how I bleed, but I'll get on your ass

I'm ridin' in the fast lane, I bet not crash

My money low, I serve the fiends, and make it last

Thought I wasn't gon' spin back, like, where my money, bro

Don't think these bitches innocent , cause they be fuckin' on the low

I be spinnin' through your shit, I'm outside posted, nigga, where you go

That's off topic, even though I'm rappin', still tryna serve a boll

When I got out that jail, I made a song, and then I served a boll

There's one thing up on this earth, I won't repeat