Bright

I can make you famous pussyole, wagwan
I own music, films even garms
Let’s smoke some bones
Go outside, rob people, [?]
I can give you promo
You can meet your favorite rapper, we can always fuck slow-mo
I can give cars, models, even a logo
Go ahead and scream, tears drippin’ down my face
She saved my life, she makes me feel powerful
So I made her my wife, she sexy in a chrome dress she even takes life
I sneak her into clubs, and wine her down nicely
Because I keep her so close that other thugs don’t like me
She went off because a boy stepped on my Adidas shoes
The folds on her chrome dress made my dick rise
I called again, this time got picked up by a guy
I said
“Yo! She loves me and she hugs me, and she loves my new spice
See, me and her together, we’re some real trendsetters, I used to go to clubs, pull her out, no ID, and there’s other people out there that wanna be just like me
See, I’m lost and confused brotah so why be me?
Imagine starting off with A-Team, Mr. T
I used to wanna be a bad guy, with dreams of a Jeep, and then Terminator came out, I thought it was me
I watched Paid In Full and straight away, I wanted a Ki. Like look at me, now who’s a G?”