Void of the Soul E

Wild. With innocence, women I be charging. Ride around the six, huh, that's where I be Camping. Remember the shit I been through, I lost A deal, burned a roll. Was up in my zone alone, inside in my Forty-four. We is on scene, rolling green with the Brexit Team. Eight thousand, forty thousand on me, We get buck with cream. Thirty ball in the Eighty down for the cake. They don't want it, sugarcoat, toss it up, I'm Funky, ho. Know I take a pound, Take it down on the funky low. Just like Eddie Santana, got my foot on the Pedal. Pick 'em stick 'em up, raise 'em up, Raise 'em up. Drop it off, send your fucking Face hitting the stars.