LUNGS

Okay, hello, it's the Martian. Young money. Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer. So misunderstood but what's the world without enigma? I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded. I need a Winn-Dixie bag full of money right now to the VIP section. Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest. Talking to myself because I am my own consultant. Paper chasin', tell that paper "Look, I'm right behind ya." Real G's move in silence like lasagna. People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda. Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge. You pop'em cause we pop'em like Orville Redenbacher.