25 Free$tyle

25 Years and I’m still on my feet 25 Mill is what I’m still tryna reach Trap boomin they dont move the dough like me I got 25 o’s sold in a week 25 Guns at your front door If that payment missin oo you be done for I go through a lot that’s what this blunt for To make that fucking bread is what I’m up for Nights like these I wish I had ten milli on me She said nights like these I wish I had j milly on me Nights like these is when demons start sneaking on me Glock nineteen in case they want get silly on me Nights like this I want you cause I’m feeling lonely The way she always comes through she deserves a trophy Nights like these I went through things u can’t imagine Rapping through it all freestyling for practice I keep having dreams of me living lavish I keep going to sleep upgrading my status My girl she a queen My girl she the baddest I know I’m a king All I needs a palace Plus my family big they gon need a mansion I got 25 bitches and they all harassing Throwin asses, titties flashing, My life’s like a movie it don’t need a caption 25 Years and I’m still on my feet 25 Mill is what I’m still tryna reach Trap boomin they dont move the dough like me I got 25 o’s sold in a week 25 Guns at your front door If that payment missin oo you be done for I go through a lot that’s what this blunt for To make that fucking bread is what I’m up for