Alright

They ask me how im doing i tell em alright

But I aint really tryna chop it gotta catch a flight

Ball flat no i cant kick it my circle too tight

Five a.m. on ocean drive im askin God to give me back them nights

But see its back to reality

Woods to keep me leveled but im high w no gravity

These hoes say they aint fucking boy i promise its blasphemy

Thats the main reason why these bitches is gnats to me

I was giving folks deals prolly shoulda gave em fetty

You see me with the same niggas ed edd and eddy