QUIET STYX E

Last century. Fuck you on the beat it's no guess no More bitch need it like this. Getting me my money and my weed rocking with Me. Oh be cooking what you lacking don't you Know Mix it up throw through the on my Road to be. A distant cousin came to the Game like I never left. I'm a young kid don't get no mad or A grown man. A distant cousin to the game Like I never Left. Body no dollars distant Tell her I ain't Slipping on my road to be this how you Get me.