MADINA

Yo crew, way less. Oh, you got me so fed up, my mind Keeps going ghost, yo. Burn out to the whip, Chasing gas and smoking reefer. Knocking at my door, the grim reaper wanna take My soul. I'm a living goddess, but the devil Just to make 'em fold. I out here spitting, I be did it I Get. My crew the best. Your crew way less. My crew the best. Your crew way less. Crew. Can't mess Say they love a nigga, to Disrespect. Mother, mother hustle if they feel pain And disrespect. And I been out my madness with A brother, peace dead and clean. Did it And I had get. Yo crew, way less. I ain't with no hanger, I just left her Phone is ringing. I was born a paper chaser, Burning money, make 'em pass out. I was skrting in the whip with your boss In the backseat. Shawty tug the blade, standing out Like a black sheep. I here spitting, I be did it and I Get. My crew the best. Your crew way less. My crew the best. Your crew way less. Oh, you got me so fed up, my mind Keeps going ghost, Knocking at my door, the grim reaper wanna take My soul. I'm a living goddess, but the devil Just to make 'em fold