Molotov E

Danny like the camera, Turn me up crazy. Run it Up Like Rambo. Live for music, fucking dying. Giving in, going. Man I'm on this shit, bitch. You fucking grown way. Breaking faces, Bringing the one hundred with me, No cap. In my head saying we youngest and I want the belt. Bad habits, me clearly on the track ain't Talking 'bout The weather. Like A Rich in the pulling bread like like farmer. Never struggle, farthest. Gonna change the world like