95 On 95

I'm doing 95 on 95,
And I'm smoking my weed it got me so high,
U see I'm in demand I'm looking for supply.
And fuck a slice my nigga I want the whole pie.

It's many ways to get bread so I choose three.
Cause I ain't the same nigga I used to be.
And I won't stop until they reading y'all my eulogy.
Until then you'll see two of me.
Going full speed down the interstate.
On the grind for a dinner plate.
Start early and I finish late.
Fuck the world until it ovulate.
Change the wave.
I demodulate.
Create a bond until it conjugate.
Combine forces.
It reciprocate, by then I'll be doing great.
Until then ima hustle straight, cause I can tell you this.
Even a pen (pin) don't commemorate.
So don't stop please accelerate.
A heavyweight is not a feather.
Love and pain go together.
If u can wether the storm, then you can fully in any weather.
But in a cold world don't forget a sweater.

I'm doing 95 on 95,
And I'm smoking my weed it got me so high,
U see I'm in demand I'm looking for supply.
And fuck a slice my nigga I want the whole pie.

I'm boulder (bolder) than Colorado,
Losing is not an option and its not my bravado,
And time waits for no one,
My nigga so fuck yo movado,
My mission is kinda Rocky, no sign of Apollo.
I gotta keep going so all this pain ima swallow,
Getting back on my grind, that's if the sun come out tomorrow,
But in the back of my mind, I need a dollar to borrow,
So I can recline, so when I get it,
You got it then we all gone shine.
But some niggas love to keep their little hustle to a minimal.
But shit not me, I'm affiliated with criminals,
And I give it to you straight, so motherfuck the subliminal,
These niggas holler soldier, but I'm the motherfucking general.
With an identical bad side to conquer demons,
So I be letting my pants sag in Marcus Niemen,
And no one playing the bad guy, we hardly even,
And I done got a lot of "cut", but I was hardly bleeding.