Bitch im sippin n smoking this gas things is moving too fast man it seem im struggling scraping up every bit of my last just for the gas riding round no gas in my tank tryna make it all the way north bound for a play if i make it were okay next meal shrimp and steak or if i crash ona highspeed chase ill be happy either way pray to God that I'm dead on the scene keeping my soul take my life away still pray for better days missing people locked up or dead in the grave just know ones that gone livin through me I won't let they name fade
