Spark Master Tape — I$LAND

Too old, too low I know, too slow Been a long road im about to makke a toast Ayy yall ain't do enough while we been doin the most Smokke a lot a counties so im movin to the coast Takke big bags and a couple gold ropes I sip a lot of Tito's and some only lord knows I guess I love my spirits on the search for holy ghosts I been in the gutter I guess It's just the path I chose When all you want is freedom, bein' trapped is all you own I'm rollin thru my city dodging choppas to make bones Its paper in the tesla, we be ridin' to the throne Too old, too low I know, too slow Been a long road im about to makke a toast Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most I braise a lot of beef, so I'm rollin' with my toast Then clap a pack of pigs and enjoy the sunday roast There ain't no criminal that sellin shit that we dont host We all just go to shuffle till that circle growin close See ain't no competition, that shit even lord knows That ima come for mines, an i ain't leavin through that door And ain't no opposition we been watch the cash flow The world ain't monkey island, it this season then we gone Too old, too low I know, too slow Been a long road im about to makke a toast Ayy yall ain't do enough when we been doin the most X4 Eli Blast crackin' fours like a vase SHOOT A FUCKKBOII IN HIS MOTHERFUCKING FACE Too old, too low I know, too slow Too slow, SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP SWOUP Too old, too low I know, too slow SWOUP