Cam Girl (Finale)

Thinking like Thomas Aquinas, I'm high, bitch, be quiet
I creep through the streets, when you pull up, you flyin
I'm scared to death, but I ain't scared of dyin'
Make it make sense, I don't care bout the moment

I care about ridin'
Through heaven's gates, is they real? Will they judge me?
I'm tryin' my best, my eyes is on puppy
It's tears in the tissue, I'm cryin', I'm boutta say

Fuck it, if you ain't vibin', then you could just suck it
Chillin' with cam girls, I feel like Sam Puckett
Ball like the Rucker, my life is a bucket
Give me a check, and I'll fuck up the budget

Get a Patek, and then tell him to flood it
Treat 'em like pizza, I told 'em to cut it
Send me the addy, I'm comin'
Ridin' in wagons, these shits ain't no paddies
They granddaddy caddies, I'm whippin' a palace
Yoga it's all about balance
Stand on a plank while I'm grippin' my chalice

Give him these lyrics, I give him my spirit
These Gilligan's fear it, I'm kissin' my shawty
It's tastin' like spearmint
Spin on the rims, Got me grinnin', I'm shinin', blindin'
Crank round your neck, cause you Juju right behind ya
I'm tall like I'm Zion, bitch, bow to your highness