my ordinary life

I’m spinning gold out my records, onow you can’t combat me. They tell me Jesus walks, I tell them money talks, bling got me chill, cuz I’m living in an ice box. They tell me I’ve been sleeping, I say I’m wide awake. Tracks hot and ready so they call me mista easy bake. They say the grass is greener, I think my grass is dank, driving with a drank, on an empty tank, to the bank. Do you feel me take a look imside my brain, the people always different but it always feels the same. That’s the real me pop the champagne, the haters wanna hurt me and I’m laughing at the pain