
Remember dub bags
Ten ten
We used to split it
Twenty dollar fitteds
Going on twenty dollar missions
Rolling up was our fitness
The Philly
A dumbbell
A Dutch
The barbell
All hail
This tall tale
Based
On a raw smell
Free load
No way coward
One more drug bar
On God
That 08 Sour
20/20 vision
I want to be successful
But the road to the gold
Is so stressful
Constant obstacles
Just to test you
But it’s three after
Been asking permission my whole life
Please master
Just to please master
Filling up space
Most days
I was a scene actor
Not a seen actor
Tryna find
Instead growing my
Own green pasture
Twenty days
Twenty plays
And still went into overtime
The minutes it took
To love me
Overtime…!!!