Foreign Chauffeur (feat. Rome Streetz)
Daniel Son & Finn
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You know those ones I can hear the rain (Slidin') My dude Finn on the piano (F*ck you thought it was?) In the fucking building That BBM shit We getting busy Might see me leaning sideways That's how we gonna do it That BBM shit Yo talk to em son The blood run through my cold veins, the city's so frozen That lighters produce no flame Cop the bottle of Remy and pour the whole thang Hit the subway station they caught the soul train I make a move in the crisp air, this shits rare Low head, blunt smoke float through the brisk air Six chairs, round table of thieves, pay for trees Loud packs screaming like Ric Flair (Whoooo!) Overseas shipments sat overseas Black beamer holding keys, switch lanes, roll the trees Got the heat below the seat make you go to sleep My dude Filipe down the street, got the dope for cheap The same cycle, rivals doing shit that's mad spiteful Hopped out the whip and left it idle Chased the root of all evil just for my survival Watched inside a church and seen a pastor drop his bible And they know, that my rise was a story of pain Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out) Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise) Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?) Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame And they know Ducking the long arm of the law in pursuit of more My dudes shoot, keep blow for you to toot, that's raw Deuce nickle in the low goose of '94 Pour henny on the floor for niggas that ain't here no more Taking deep tokes, in the smoke, I see they ghost Plenty times the reaper almost got me but I stayed afloat Gs move silent, you f*ck niggas is known to boast Pulled toast, strip you like Chip n' Dales for work n' dope Add the math up, then we do the division It's the true of living, praise to [?] it's the new religion [?] got -ism like Don Bishop listen This recital is vital like bible to a Christan Keep the rifle in the fire position You never been on missions, made it home and prayed you forgiven Paranoia eating you, hoping you never see prison All you niggas out here frauding, it's the shit that I'm living And they know, that my rise was a story of pain Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (I'm trying to max it out) Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame And they know (oh they know), that my rise was a story of pain (we on the rise) Reminisce with the hooper, now the Florida rain Couple years test the speed that the Porsche can sustain (?) Fresh out the fire, I was forged in the flame And they know
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Written by: DANIEL BORLEY, JERMAINE FINN, JEROME ANTHONY ALLEN
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