Been Through

Ice so hard look like im frozen

Neck so bent look like its broken

No im next know that im chosen

who want next I got the potion

Hop in babe let’s put it in motion

To my crib up by the ocean

Stayin off the grid ain’t even got postage

She takin my pic but I tell her don’t post it

I’m roasted

So toasted

So high up ain’t even got emotion

House broken

I’m token

Roll another blunt and keep on smoking

I’m rollin

Til the mornin

got her moanin

Since high school

up in Oregon

Not Portland

In her organs

Not important

Only smoke imported

No, I don’t snort shit

No, Not a dork kid

Put me on the Forbes List

You can not ignore it

Not anymore bitch

Tired of being broke bitch

My Babe told me get rich

Sat down and wrote shit

I put it in motion

Fingers crossed and hopin

Yall get the notion

This ghost writer ghosting

My lyrics I be postin

AI so I can feel spoken

That spendy shit I never been into

Rather spend it on my mental

Grin on my face cause I know what I been through

Hell and back now the king of my temple

I go in with a pen and a pencil

Got so damn tired of driving them rentals

Now I’m so damn high I need me a space suit

Started so low but learned how to make moves

Now I pull up and everybody grateful

Cashed out the lot, no pay backs or bank dues

Diamonds on me, they dance like a break move

Used to be broke, was stuck in a phase too

Now it’s penthouse views from a great room

Roll up a wood while counting these pesos

Big Backwood no cappin just straight true

A-V blood ain’t talking bout no gang blue

KC mud im on top of my game dude

Bird drop this shit now I’m through