Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering

Rap on the beat Nd it sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it

Word to the mother ship