Hotel Room Music lyrics

Yeah
Alright
sh*t hard as f*ck
Look
Hussle

[Verse 1]
All I do is rap about the fast life
You can't relate, you need to get your cash right
I must have been a flashlight in my last life
Because all I do is shine so blow me like a bagpipe
Woodgrain, grams, and gold chains
I'm shutting down traffic I'm switching four lanes
I'm hanging out the window every which way
Every n*gga not a pimp but every b*tch pay
I'm hard on these hoes like every single day
And I gotta lot of b*tches in a lot of different states
I get a lot of pus*y but I never got to pay
And all money in is all a n*gga got to say
Now one time for my young grind
I spend hundreds I smoke quarters and f*ck dimes
Got no love for broke b*tches with no drive
I dropped out but I done fine
Right, I know you heard about them stages I've been murdering
Lighting my swishers up as they roll in my room servicing
Them shopping sprees all the fly sh*t I'm purchasing
Tattoos on my face because now I know I'll never work again
Them pretty b*tches that know what their sole purpose is
For them emotions they be working with
Once curb serving in
The kush I'm blowing inside of the coupe that I'm swerving in
n*gga, Slauson Ave
South Central State of Mind n*gga
It's The Leak Volume 1
And this is where I'm coming from n*gga