Heinz Mustard

I got the trunk smelling Like heinz mustard tryna get though customs, pray i make it Slow grind no speed racing drive patience I don’t trust my self with a heart i might break it And slit the throats of my enemies look what Nadera did to me Too down heat on infinity Jewla Kennedy But they’ll never get to me Mullah moving effectively Pray my daughters never meet a nigga like Lamar And all my sons be who i’m ment to be Recently even my auntie stole from me My cousins told on me U.S. marshal holds on me Feds doing sweeps I can’t trust my new homies i can’t trust my old homies I retired both of my numbers i go’ kobe I just sent zappella a tweet i go embid I can turn a one to a 3 won’t put you deep One day i’ll retire the streets and get degrees But today isnt that day tell me what more can i say Catch me all on Susquehanna tryna catch a play Or slidin cheese thru Tampa Bay searching for strays I been up for 22 days just bagging Ye Someone tell melvin and Treeeee boy i’m on my waaaayyyyy Promise before i go i’ll fill a safe More money Moore money i ain’t going Bray Can’t believe my enemies let me get to this age Its G$O till i’m gray, take my money to the grave muthafcka !