Vanilla Sky

Why you gotta cry voice?

Gotta die, it's my choice

Never shootin' high points

Shoot you off your high horse

Million dollars liquid

You could send it through the invoice

Big stick extended

It be hangin' out the Rolls Royce

Why am I annoyed?

All these people I employ

Bricks of coke in the pandemic, forty-five points

Lot of other business ventures, this the side joint

All this money that I get can't even buy joy

Shoot and they don't miss, uh

Ooh, ain't that a bitch, uh

Bullet proof, I'm acting rich, uh

Hoola hoop a half a brick, uh

TSA with the the stick, uh

My pursuit to happiness, uh

Met the plug through my Gautemalan spanish bitch, uh

Tom Cruise, vanilla sky

Off the bridge, I'm hella high

Revolution, boom-boom, won't be televised

Cheers, wipe my tears with some hunnid dolla bills

Why you gotta cry voice?

Gotta die, it's my choice

Never shootin' high points

Shoot you off your high horse

Million dollars liquid

You could send it through the invoice

Big stick extended

It be hanging out the Rolls Royce

Why am I annoyed?

All these people I employ

Bricks of coke in the pandemic, forty-five points

Lot of other business ventures, this the side joint

All this money that I get can't even buy joy