Misit Caelum 2

Ahahaaaa...... fuck all my enemies......
Off that lean like I got a bad cough
Off that blue off that oswald
Smoking on fire like a molotov
Money stack tall like Paul guasol
In a foreign place, had to translate
I got to high, had a bad day
And my money on some no way
I got chase bank, tryna investigate
Tryna slay my ass for a fraud case.....
Like nigga I ain’t do it, fuck school never been stupid
Sipping on some pharmceutic, bro just make sure my chest is moving
Ugh...

Ain’t it crazy how 1 phone call and my niggas can take ya life
Send her my cash app, watch her eyes yeah she look surprised
Ain't no shit from America, get it shipped in couldn’t guess the price
Skulls on my jacket ain’t no zumiez, this some number nine
Up in Ruth Chris with a bad bitch for some wine and dine