Can I Kick It Off

Sweet like rolo Pose for the photo Homie you a bozo Make a bitch bounce like a motherfucking yoyo Only ride solo My whips so low How he so cold? Ugh i don't even know bro Bars on froyo 004 but its 007 and i really gotta get it Making money recommend it If i said it then i meant it I'm running out of patience With a bag and my bitch in the back of my whip its spacious Give a f*ck what they saying Because I know I'm creating while they are just hating The thoughts in my head getting out I'm conveying my message So please just listen don't forget it I stay working hard I don't want any credit This vision inside of my head is embedded So I gotta go get this shit down by my lonely Because I'm headed straight to the top Or my grave ill rot Remember in eighth grade when I would come home and stuff weed in my sock I never got caught All Irish blood you can tell in my eyes when I'm sipping on scotch Pour that over rocks She said I rap like a savage I said I do this a lot Sweet like rolo Pose for the photo Homie you a bozo Make a bitch bounce like a motherfucking yoyo Only ride solo My whips so low How he so cold ugh I dont even know bro Bars on froyo 004 but it's 007 and I really gotta get it making money recommend it If I said it then I meant it lil bitch I keep it real with my brothers and people we all see the ladder and climb Don't waste any time Because we going up every second we grinding real hard we gonna put in the time F*ck a vacation we never recline And i keep seeing numbers I think its a sign I know they hating but that dont concern me cus i'm getting paid i aint payin em mind I'm in my bag F*ck how you feel Stackin them hundrids I wanna mill You always faking I keep it real Juice is on me a good thrill Real shit I don't even feel I didn't even pop me a pill Scoot scoot the way i rode My hand its right at your throat On her knees like she pray to the pope She, told lies, i didnt know It's such a bummer man Hop in a hummer the middle of summer I go on a trip i ain't coming back The finest of women are always Columbians Make a Lil hoe do the running man Nicotine smoking I need to start cutting back I could get cancer the truth ain't no ducking that Please switch the subject man Imma keep smoking and feel myself slumping back Been down this road and its way too familiar Always been cropped out of the picture Since birth I was always the realest Get in your bag get the f*ck out your feelings