A.D.D. (American DeLusioNal Dream)

This what I mean by all the same

You know what I'm saying

I like this beat

Imma do it this way

I got

Too much on my mind

I just wanna fine chick

Next to me

In the ride

Gimme top

nasty slide

Space ship coupe

When I glide

Through my streets I own my side

I'm the wave

Like a tide

It's my calling

I abide

You gone know the team

We gone own the scene

Don't expect to sit with us

Nope

We a different kind of mean

The ganja that we smoke

This shit purple it's not green

I don't even wanna talk

If you ain't talking that green

Cash

Mills

For a place up in the hills

Icy jewelry

When you see it you get chills

Two bitches on the way

And they wanna shoot some films

Me and them together

We gone have a night a thrills

Mills

For a place up in the hills

Icy jewelry

When you see it you get chills

Two bitches on the way

And they wanna shoot some films

Me and them together

We gone have a night a thrills

No I don't

Give a fuck

Chose this life

This ain't luck

Used to feel

So damn stuck

Now I'm chasing

A Benz truck

Leaky lip

When I sip

On this potion

That I grip

My drip

We don't slip

Neither flip

To the RIP

Everyone just wanna go flexing up in these streets

But meanwhile I was perfecting my craft up in these beats

Daydreaming bout some shows in arenas with sold out seats

And a new Versace robe as I lay in some satin sheets