Hello, yea I'll call you when i leave the studio

You all good

Alright cool cool

I’ll be here for little a min, just gimme a call

Or I'll just let you when i leave

Look

I got nomore issues

I can't hold a secret

The things we learned from this

You know they’d never teach us

I get twisted off that Gin

I turn into a preacher

I just texted my other shorty

“Sorry, i don't need ya”

And then my phone died

And by the time i get to it

Girl ill be so high

That I'll just probably leave it read

See i got no time

Because show money is mo money

F**k a slow grind

But please don't lose your soul

Or your mind

You wanted a prezy, Obama in 09

Pull up in a Chevy, them haters be so kind

We blast on whoever

That chatter we don't mind

And we know that some things will change

People change but i never will

And i just put all my issues on the line, no fears

No fears let go of the wheel

I get stuck in my grind

I keep twisting yo gears

We got high last night

And we talked politics and science

You told me how your dad went to LA

Just for them rides

See that's the type of sh*t

You only hear bout in them movies scenes

We done all been lied to

But you know that we're true to things

Because we don't wanna go back down

That lost soul road

Just make sure that my Chablis stay cold

Hello

Yea yea I’m just leaving out I’m a little twisted

Naw i was light drinking

Ite well look I'm bout to peel up outta here

I made some arrangements

We could kick iit and what not, If thats cool with you

You cool with that