paroles de chanson Karma Note - Freestyle - Wooked

I smoke outta bread just to keep my money high
Wings on my counterfeit I'm still lookin fly
I don't leave no roaches I smoke it down
Never leave my chain to dry gotta let it drown

Give me a check and I added a comma
My money my bitch but she leave out the drama
Been grindin' these beats and what happened was karma
See you sleeping wake up get out ya pajamas

He wanna survive
So he go and he smoke on the dope of the Denver folk just tryna pass the vibe
Drinking himself half to death the reaper is calling but that's what make him feel alive
But I'm gonna come out of this cake celebrate
With shots like a 9 give you a surprise
But if I'm broke when I croak write a joke on my tombstone make it my comical demise

I'm tired of saving I wanna do spending
I'm tired of spending waiting depending
Makin money inventions but it is still pending
I know I'm not first but bitch I'm contending

Cut off my fingers put em' in a blender I've turn in a maniac
But so has everyone else I guess that makes me a into some sort of fucking Hypochondriac
I been carrying theses losses around like they mean sum then I gave life a free piggy back
I'm gonna play the game until I'm rich and take over the whole fucking cul de sac

Finnished mamas mortgage
Too hot papas portage
You Stink boy you garbage
She act cool but whorish
When I have her cherish
When I don't I perish
We can go to Paris
Spend it on the Ferris
Wheel spend it all
When I have it all
Can't take it all
When death give a call
Fuck it we gon' riot
Until we burn it all
No we won't can't keep quiet
We gon' learn to ball