Burkina Faso

Grass green gotta think bold
Grinding on my ten toes
In back sitting tint windows
Sippin on that champagne
Coke running through the bitch membrane
Too fucked up cant sit and explain
Like where did I really go
Took a few tabs with a crazy friend
Got me disattached bad trippin like a lunatic
Trigger finger lands got me thinking about my hooligans
They gone bust some shots thats a dream like they lutherans
Take your life then sell your soul
Rich before rap selling gold
Water kush crops til they grow
Laying low got raided took a flight to who knows
This the pilot to the chapter of the start
Gotta get my vision right take you back to VCR
See people trip in the moment my opponent sees cycle of stars
Wack em like the scene in good fellas if they snitching
Dump the body in the ocean toss a few bricks in

So it sinks to the bottom of the ocean
So it sinks to the bottom of the ocean

Trying to wrap my head around it
Wilding murder capital thats logic
Too cations in the detroit city projects
Ride around flooded pounds stack my profits
I been outta town since the DA keep knocking
Chopping all these trees feel like Georgie in the 80s
Wanted in some states ain't no charges so its shady
Got sirens in my rear view
20 pounds in the whip thats bricking news
If I'm caught up whats the move
Vacuum sealed fuck being suspicious
Almost a victim to becoming a felon
I lived a life then took a flight into a different perspective
Im hiding out into a system but it's getting to reckless
I think I'm done with all the fake shit
Getting back to the basics
Steady gotta keep the patience
Paper chasing til we make it



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Writer(s): Kousay Altaie
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