Welcome Part 2 Testo

Syri—, Landfill
Welcome to A Leaking Head V‚ where all the souls come alive
And do some cookouts on the side and shit‚ you know‚ let's go
(E, E)

You "A" I say "E" now, oh‚ "A" was that song was the song that prolly caught on
Glad it didn't, prolly get known as "The A Guy", nothing more for that
Try and run it back‚ no signin' contracts, had to counteract
Make a whole makeshift stack, work at the factory for a lil' bit
Work at the postal office for a little bit, stack it up, do this shit Get the government benefits, you know the whole deal
You know the whole deal, owin' one-point-five trill', two trill'
And that's real, ayy, wearing a fuckin' jersey, I sweat it out
Send it back for a return, they didn't allow that shit so I let the bitch burn
I ain't got no redhead, I ain't got no fuckin' purple dress
I ain't got no fuckin [?]
Made a letter off some part of Pennsylvania
And then have the whole Philadelphia cheesesteak look at me like "How does ya?"

Oh my God, these beats are too fuckin' short