Mobile Flow>AZ

Two dollars to my name, and ya boy gon' spend it F*ck a debit card, cash flow use credit Rapping off dome, J Z will never finish Bad bitch cooking fried rice speaking Spanish Cold for the chicken, imma turn grits to gold Valley need to represent, do this for my soul Laying in the desert like a lizard but I'm still just a kid from the coast on the journey for The Most high Edibles or weed and ya boy playing both sides This a truth serum, J Zav yea I don't lie If I stand on my words, then I'm taller than Sofi Hundreds turn to Mils, thank god my raps so fly Jack style from the Kings, man I call that shit an Ace Queen on my side, and she got a pretty face Gun on my waist, you know it's the same name Cause my girl and I broke up and I ain't got shit to say Now I got the courage, imma cook you in this kitchen Cause the Stu is my home, we ain't dry because I'm spitting Even tho the desert is my home I got drip all over, like I came from Wild Rivers And the words they be slipping off the tongue Mobile flow, like a serpent, but a legend with my lungs If you want the smoke, then I'm the one to trust Whether it's an eighth for ya top, or 8 bars off the top Many men couldn't keep up with this pen I was lost for a minute then I found my soul again The worst calling for any type of man Is a call where you jump in head first without a plan I'm just tryna get my cash now, f*ck a new advance This the era of my independence, f*ck Uncle Sam I ain't need a band or a fucking gang just to rap West coast give ideas that everybody scrap Gang shit ain't gon put my life flat But I know a couple villains, want revenge hit me back His aim shit, cause he follow where I spat Young man and he sus cause he holding up a strap