May the Lord have mercy on my soul. Forgive me for my fetishes, my purchases, my clothes. Allow me to catch my rhythm so the nervousness just goes. That's why I sound so certain in my verses and my flows.
Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips. Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks. Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back. You can bet that, you can bet that.