Interstate

Neva hatin on the next man Im gettin loaf Try n rob me You get burnt Like some toast To you She a square But to me She a hoe I had her on western Sunset N figaroa Fly nikka N I’m all about a buck Don’t give no fucks About the hatin Got my Dollaz up In a Bentley truck Out in Vegas Bout to grab some food On the way there She gave me head I was in the mood Saint Came from the dirt Nikka Got it on my own No handouts didn’t ask for a Loan Wen I was down n out I couldn’t get you on the phone Now that I’m up Hit my line You get the tone Death before dishonor Yea I die about it All the drugs you be takin Nikka Got yo head cloudy Omw to the top Is you comin Just don’t ever doubt me I manifest everything That I want I’m so damn godly