GLOSS

My apologies but I'm on one Told you that I'm in it for the long run Who the f*ck are they for me to listen when they talk, son Chino in the booth, feeing awesome Drive in my bones, bitch I feel like Ryan Gosling "How the f*ck you sleep at night?" By the gloss on ya bitch lips Merry Christmas What's the business? Handle it Never been one for the pandering Muthafuckas envy, all green like the Mandarin Don't you feel these energies channeling? Bettin' on myself only time I like gambling All about the cash, call me a young Hamilton See it in my actions when it's Ls that I'm handin' 'em