Baby 12 ft. Pato

Curse on these tracks and do my lil dirt

Then I might laugh about it

Thank the lord that we in the burbs, never the public housing

I spit the verses every day, like and no thoughts is flawless

See what I saw, heard what I heard

But I'm never sad about it

I heard you gotta move with love

They hearts is full of malice

Of seconds he be working hard and now his hands is callused

He grabbed his keys hopped in the car and then he board the plane

Nap on the plane and then he touching down across the bay

Palm trees, cool breeze, the rarri with the brights