OPTSotD

Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn’t believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I’m pulling and jumping all over your grass So tell all my bitches I got a new girl Tell the police that I’m robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty’s in cash Bitch, I’m tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra sex Smiling in my grave, bitch I’m fresh to death I’ve been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get … Continue reading OPTSotD