Carlas Son

Thoughts from my balcony me and Mary Jane Plotting on a SS impala with wood grain Maybe I'm just like my mother she loved purple rain And don't compare me to no nigga No we ain't the same Steady mashin on And I don't like to ponder on Petty shit when thinking bigger picture put me in my zone Im seeing palm trees good gas a calm breeze And 10 keys everything in my garage on Forgis Of course a bad Top shelf nothing average She be making soul food while I hustle making cabbage I mean that good life I rise to the sunrise Stay remaining patient because some things just in Gods time Foreal Stop forcing X's in your O's Don't you want to floss You ain't trying to be a boss Walking through the mansion eat lemon pepper like that nigga Ross That's the type of shit I strive to be on True intentions show through action dog don't focus on tone On N On Love a Badu or a Aiko Don't get caught with a city girl no good for your soul You know Like a Kardashian hoes that only cashing in True colors behind curtains but in the camera lens she different Only crave things crafted by God Like some salmon on the grill and some corn on a cob When my pops be on the grill man that shit be delicious We some southern country folk but we ain't eating no crickets Had to pull up on that motor was getting to many tickets Wish it only took one call to hear your voice Because I miss it Doing doughnuts everyday I flip it the wheel when I twist it I'm a one of one I'm Carla's son creatively different