Yeah, no discussion, don't know how, yeah
Tell you what, no beginning, I'ma be in advance
No luck, I'ma make my chance
Mixtape, damn nigga, EP, the third time the chant
Damn, 17 years old, when we already know more
You believe in our fate, we are destined for something
We're not living at the moment, we're living in the endowment
Damn, Desmond Decker, they're not sleeping in the morning
For you, time of reading for you
Dark, I'ma see the thing before you
Right, you know too, though, lavish
What do you know about Bora Bora?
How's Christ to the ride?
The rims from the Maserati
One up, four in the morning
Three pack a shine, my bill, my morning
Dumb, and no discussion
Put my name on everything
The socks down to the same thing
Casual things around here
Everything, I mean everything
Play the dough, you got everything
Cross me now, bye
By accident
Assurance can't pay a thing
Have them bitches, I'ma sneak in
Man up, four in the morning
Three pack a shine
You can be listening for nothing
Can't remember saying you suck, wretched
What's up, I'm a drinker, baby, when I exit
College, get the name, street, get the name
Step Dave, not the name, I'm rich, rich
A bag of shades, I ain't true
Business booming, mature
They ain't red like sexy
I keep a scent in, dwecky
* ready like a moose, stop
Forget the cheese, like Mickey?
* ready like a moose, stop Forget the cheese, like Mickey?
* ready like a moose, stop
Forget the cheese, like Mickey?
Man up, four in the morning


Good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning
Good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning