- cifra
Readin’ my open mail
This ship here won’t sail
Best believe I’m gon’ sell
If I just be myself
Imma head and you’re tails
Red paint on my nails
Keep shit to myself
Listen to myself
Writing bars in my cell
Ice next to my kale
Shirt holy like grail
Distant for my health
My name wrapped with bells
Yes I’ve changed like Wells
I’m doing so well
So, I say, oh well
I don’t tell no tells
Should of spent time in Yale
Bitch, shut up, don’t yell
Here, boy, take this L
