Get Down

I feel like I’m made for the cold weather… I got to keep moving… Stay grinding and chasing the next goal… I hope I don’t sound cocky but I feel like I am made for the cold weather because I’m better than average… Shyt that alone makes me in the top 10% of the population… Breathe in some fresh air… I just hustle and take a breath and then hustle some more… A resident of the ghetto… I sell hand to hand 50s of cocaine… When I’m not selling dope I’m chasing pussy… See the watch says I am always on time… The rubber band says I secure my money and investments… The shoes say I’m not running or fighting in these…. The pistol says I trust no one… I am hustling… Oh and this car… This car has all windows down… Music pushing trap verses… All tags and license are clean… No way I’m getting stopped on some dumb shyt… You can pull the vent out and stash the coke right there… New meaning to blowing snow ha ha… And this girl next to me pussy stays wet… Her mouth stays ready to finish what her pussy started… And no, she don’t love me… No she isn’t attracted to me… She is in love and attracted to the life style… Fuck… So am I… So am I…