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