I read it for the record go holly berry or hallelujah pick your poison tell me what you do everybody go respect the shooter but the one in front of the gun lives forever One in front of the God forever And I've been hustling all day This a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways Just to say One of the trees is the perfect place to shade And that's just how I feel Now Nah, nah, ain't dollar Mike, just fucking main bitch, that's just how I feel. Nah, ain't dollar Mike, say fuck the niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel. Nah, nah.
Nah, eight dollar might just make that lane switch. That's just how I feel. Nah, eight dollar might turn to a million and we all rich.
That's just how I feel. This is the last one out to get this gold. Don't wait, love one of your fucking hands.
Lung cancer. Inoperable. You did it for me. I liked it.
Was good at it.