Not every one make it into heaven Not every one make it out the hood ////// Not everyone make it into heaven /////////////////// I’m doing what I should Trying to make it into heaven //////////// Man rest I peace Kevin Free my brother Steven ///////////////// Cus man it was my fault ////////////////////////
Pretty lady help me sip this Baileys’s, you a fashion killa like you born in the 80s, slim waist with bakery cakes got to Taylor make all your jeans because you been splitting everything else down the seams, star struck me like cosmo make Wanda wish another 24 inside the 24, you can keep all your followers I heard that you average a rack a post, bank head living in the ghost we run the city I remember walking 8s in steel toes
