Hmmm

She tryna sell me that pussy, I'm Tryna sell her a dream

They only know me from college And job interviews

They don't know that I sold dope And I hung with the fiends

Personality shine, I don't need too Much bling

Can't do much, but I can make a Bitch cream Call me baby Drake, Cause you know I like

To sing The way a nigga box, you Would've thought I'm in a ring

And I don't drink Red Bull, but I Got wings

And I hate a motherfucker that's Fuckin' up in life

But they giving you advice like They Know everything

Weeew,

Outta pocket, before you Take off Like a rocket

They'll put a bullet in your ass like Rocket RIP So before I die, I'ma Pop it