Cleanse Pt. IV

Thank you thank you Your Far too kind Far too kind How I'm posed to keep my head right Posted or swerving handle most my business at night Fiends on the corner making love to that pipe Hitting tar, dog, meth, crack Morals depleting cuz I'll sell em that Hiding moves from the set Time to put them problems on my back Pushing these rentals Don't mean to offend you Rolling Dropping of food or the pack Watching mirrors closely One eye attached to me back Even more so Now that I'm All Over these tracks Room, Whips Smokey Dutch Vega smoking Green syrup pouring Topping it off with yellow Don't know where I'm going Faded Stuck in the motions Focused Off this potion Seem normal but I feel slow I feel low Just need a pick me up Douse my sippy cup Blow through blues Adolph Rupp Small purchase zip me up Blow that in a day Probably three 7k on a quarter key Procaine the cane Not my step just get it off the same I'm more so good with the quarter p Well at least 8 of these going for the 3 I've said too much Pardon me Line jumping Granny hit my phone Tell me stay prayered up Line jumping Girl want me to get out here get playered up Line jumpin Talking But I ain't saying much Loss for words Loss what's mine Smoking on purp Moving dimes Split up the work Got on my grind Cover the hurt Grabbing what's mine Put u dirt Try to stop my shine Got stuck off them percs Looking for a sign Running up my purse Billboards in mind Hot boy at least a Turk Never seen my type of kind Frank Lucas before the fur Killing shit but what's the crime Kicking shit i am the spur Hollywood living sipping wine What's yo angle hoe kurt How you moving it's divine Green light you murked Put this game in a bind til I'm first And I guess this shit first I guess this shit first I guess this shit first Yeah Yeah Thank you