My tattoos faded but I’m still alive
I ain’t looking to just live bitch I wanna thrive
Swear you could see it if you lookin in my eyes
Mind of a cheetah heart of a lion got hella pride
You can’t stop me pussy nigga that is not no lie
I’m so above these petty niggas
Got me wanting to drop these scriptures
Soul of leader
Soul so black yeah my heart is anemic
Foam all on my mouth i am a dog
When I hear these beats I just gotta go eat
Crown on my head momma said I was a king
Ion need ice no jewelry
I just need stacks for my whole damn team
Ion need pills don’t need no lean
Ima just need me like a whole lotta green
Eastzide the team
I’m grinding 24/7
fuck do you mean!?
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