One Deep In The Fleetwood - Pouya

league, I plead for my brothers

I plead for the kids who

FTP on my sleeve, I sleep with a pistol on me

And I strive and I ride, put my city on my back

Took a lot of strugglin' and pain to get to where I’m at, yuh

Roll the bankroll, I see what they think

I sold my soul, really don’t know how deep this goes

On my own since sixteen years old

I had to cut ties and roll the bankroll

Yuh

Savor your breath, one day closer to death, I speak from the soul

The burn in the chest, from head to my feet

The music complete me when I feel defeated

I’m one deep in a Fleetwood with the top down, wind blowin' in my bald spot

Middle finger out the window, still

Throwin' out blue hundred dollar bills

Tryna fill the void, silence all the noise