Testo Miami

I've been going through some shit
These trippy pointers on my wrist
Can't stop the pain way from drip
Two weeks, three 'bows, them got hit
Woke up, my index was itching
Play the corner store with my grip
Felt the Earth turn in the strip
Face on sherbet and me stink Stay in the stu' with the trappers and thugs
Canada Goose, use to juug in the mud
Loving the Glock, I had no one to hug
I was in love with selling the drugs
Run in, now get me a buzz
None of my teachers ain't know who I was
Sleep around killers who rich out the butt
Take all my jewelry and give it to cuz'
'Cause hе the real star and he'll shoot up a club
This nigga a fraud and hе is not one of us
Still never found him a bitch he could trust
Scars on my back, but I did it for us