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