sim dope

Lyrics

, hands in the air, if you been broke, i see millionaires, making bread that's the end goal, private jet benzo, can't see through the window, so if i die i pray to god he brings me back as sim dope, sim dope, 911 rims spokes, back when it was college i would've came out with crib notes, teachers say he got a problem dealing with the temple, but you ain't even fucking with his gym clothes, don't see the roof, that's german auto, j.c. le roux, 1000 bottles, i see the truth, this the land of promise, call me the proof, i'm just being honest, sometimes i look at my mother i think of what could've been, imagine building a palace that's only fit for a queen, my daddy climbed up the ladder until he ran out of steam, reputation was damaged but never ran out of dreams, that's why i talk in my sleep, fortunately my esteem is awkward for people who awfully talkative in the street, especially if all the talking is cheap, i got the recipe making peace with my enemies my conscious is clean, i'm in this bitch with mandela, they pull my name out the envelope you should fuck with the winners, you got some buzz from your single but that's just luck for beginners, i'm coming back in another life just to stunt on your children, drop top for the summer time, proposing this toast focused on goals like i'm number 9, every one of these flows my foes gon' analyse, eyes closed while i fantasize, nice clothes and my jewellery ice cold like savannah dry, power moves being strategized, so if i die i'm leaving behind some real dope, bring me back as sim dope, there's still hope, hands in the air, if you been broke, i see millionaires, making bread that's the angle, private jet benzo, can't see through the window, so if i die i pray to god he brings me back to sim dope