Late March

[Verse 1]
I bet yo girl love me, I made that girl hate me
Inside I'm pushing miss daisy
Outside Mercedes Mercedes
Faye Reagan era
The terror was born in the 80s
I Pray that my coffin ain't hasty
Pray for me ma, I've gone crazy
Satan awaits the arraignment
Playful before the invasion
I'm going south for vacation
I bet she tastes like I’m famous
I like that face I’m a frame it
I fell awake into greatness
But I don't think I can attain it
I can’t explain all my riches
Pockets is thin in my britches
But I got the key to the village
And I can not see who I’m killing
I think I’m fucking religious
I think I’m fucking religious

[Verse 2]
Just wrapped the Audi fuckin' with this ballerina
Whip it like a saudi, sippin' sour with the diesel
I’m Deniro, my bitch look like a sequel to Casino
If I pull with my people they could hit us with the RICO
Call me tall Devito I count euros by the kilo
Show up in the Bimmer, lil mama can I keep her
I might drink lil Josefina, weigh my women by the liter
It look funny when I Dougie but I bet she let me skeeter
Bitches call me tacky bet lil Patti call me daddy
Peyton Manning caddy, old chassis, new baddy
Blow a baggie looking sadly, couple digits in her fanny
Tammy’s family looking aggy, cause her granny think I’m Nazi
Poor Annie, you don’t hear me
It broke badly, we’re all happy
You stopped calling, I’m so starving
The block hot so I’m cold clocking
So often, he’s so brolic
But one shot to the gut and he’s zoloftin'
So lofty, So wylin, he’s no island
Gully and gothic, but watch him, he’s knows nada
Broke collar, bone gristle, froze lava
Colt 5er, glass bottle, no armor
Lone author, no harm to those watching
No problems is no profit

[Verse 2]
I bet they all love me
I bet they all hate me
I got a feeling we'll make it
I got her feeling real naked
Faye Reagan era
Our terror is feeling at all
I just think we should dissolve
I think I’m closer to God
With her top down
You shoulda seen how she talked
You wouldn’t believe me at all
You wouldn’t believe me
But I done went south for vacation
I know she tastes like I’m famous
I love that face so I framed it
I fell awake into greatness
But I found that I couldn’t tame it
I can’t explain all my riches
Pockets is thin in my britches
But I got the key to the village
And I can not see who I’m killing
I am not one bit repentant
I don’t regret not a second at all