grey smoke

Real street so get left of get right

The right state of mind when i'm alone at night

Praying to the blue sky like a flying kite

Cousin died told em don't walk into that light

Never fold go out with a fight

Came from nothing so know imma shine

Gave me a boundary i crossed the line

In my own lane taking my time

Keeping it quiet just like a mime

Twisting it up just like a lime

Any beat i don't need to rhyme

In a chevy with no exhaust

Rich problems so don't ask the cost

Seen his little brother sorry for ya lost

Feel like teejay poured green in my voss

Kids dirty take em shopping at ross