Been Through

Ice so hard look like im frozen
Neck so bent look like its broken
No im next know that im chosen
who want next I got the potion
Hop in babe let’s put it in motion
To my crib up by the ocean
Stayin off the grid ain’t even got postage
She takin my pic but I tell her don’t post it
I’m roasted
So toasted
So high up ain’t even got emotion
House broken
I’m token
Roll another blunt and keep on smoking
I’m rollin
Til the mornin
got her moanin
Since high school 
up in Oregon
Not Portland
In her organs
Not important
Only smoke imported
No, I don’t snort shit
No, Not a dork kid
Put me on the Forbes List
You can not ignore it
Not anymore bitch
Tired of being broke bitch
My Babe told me get rich
Sat down and wrote shit
I put it in motion
Fingers crossed and hopin
Yall get the notion
This ghost writer ghosting
My lyrics I be postin
AI so I can feel spoken
That spendy shit I never been into
Rather spend it on my mental
Grin on my face cause I know what I been through
Hell and back now the king of my temple
I go in with a pen and a pencil
Got so damn tired of driving them rentals
Now I’m so damn high I need me a space suit
Started so low but learned how to make moves
Now I pull up and everybody grateful
Cashed out the lot, no pay backs or bank dues
Diamonds on me, they dance like a break move
Used to be broke, was stuck in a phase too
Now it’s penthouse views from a great room
Roll up a wood while counting these pesos
Big Backwood no cappin just straight true
A-V blood ain’t talking bout no gang blue
KC mud im on top of my game dude
Bird drop this shit now I’m through

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