MP3 
I feel like I'm in a daydream
I see dead on the daily
Too many thoughts that go crazy
Voices in my head like mother fucker pay me, uh
Pocket rocket with a stocky on it
Pop it pop it if he talkin' on it
Run up on 'em, baby buck on it
Grab that little hoe and make her come hiccup on dick
Pick up on it that my sad flow
Rub me all down in a bathrobe
When I get up I get fresh like that though
I dyed my hair 'cause I was mad bro, look
My horoscope told me to fuck her, uh
I can't believe it's not budder, uh
Matter fact, bitch it was bidder, uh
When I hit it, I fuck, I deliver, uh
She like this proteine that I give her, uh
She'd like a baby so I bibbed her, uh
She like this proteine that I give her, uh
She'd like a baby so I bibbed her
