TRAPPED INNA BOOTH

I'm trapped in the booth, all I need is my bitch and some weed and some lean too

Your mans feel good off the Xanx, he a fiend too

I'm the king of the rap, bitch, I feel I'm the truth

I never had clean kicks, I had dirty shoes

I can tell he finna switch, I see it in his mood

I can peep how you think I see it in your moves

It ain't really hard to get no cash, boy, you gotta choose

Gotta choose this fuckin' cash and go and get it fast

Remember times I wasn't learnin' shit, I had to skip the class

shooting' dice in the hallway, but I ain't have a pass