2 Toned Bentley (feat. Nasic)

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Sullivan Rose

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I'm writing this in Montreal, thinking bout the ride home
Manifesting me a Bentley, only if it's two-tone
You can try and catch me, you know that I'm hard to reach
All this written composition, I impart my speech
Staying by the Palais de Congres on a Monday
Wondering if I'm gonna make it out someday

Life's sweet like a split on a Sunday
But I've been tryna maneuver through this jungle like Jumanji
I can't even lie, if everything is written and the truth is
I can't really do no suit and tie

In the booth is really where I feel all my pride
If I'm lying, I'm dying Then I'm better off alive
Niggas don't want beef, it ain't coming with the fries
If I'm in the streets, then you know I'm running with the guys

Yeah, I'm traumatized, know some niggas prayed on my demise
And I know a couple family members got me ostracized
Damn, what can I do, what can I say
I'm just keeping it real, that's as it may

I ain't worried bout tomorrow or yesterday
I'm focused on getting paid
Young nigga sick like bubonic plague
And he flip shit like tectonic plates

You better get a grip, my nigga, we might bend
But if I'm keeping it real, my nigga, we don't break

Man, f*ck it, I want a million
They obviously doing bad, I'm staying humble and chilling
I get the bag, distribute it with the realers
Too lit to crash, Monumental like buildings
I do the dash, stab the pedal and drop the ceiling
Quarter ticket to get it, burn tires just cause we winning
Aww shit, we charting them numbers, get off him
Stepping back off my pivot, we traveling often

Yes please, have ya bitch, Olive Twisting on Knees
Porridge to make er scream, never keep em I trade em in

Out her belly and then I spin, no effort, put in a win
Hitting the lock button, door open and let me in
Shit, noticing I'm the driver it greet me, I give a grin
Paint color, obsidian, seaboat matching the

Mint Condition playlist, so toast to this
We cheering good for the fish
Off a winnable season, I can't miss
Changing weathers create a scene, you flying her out the Greece

That's understandable, but I'm holding on to my green
Doing less for more feed er sandies then Flick her bean
F*ck it, I switch the topic, real niggas know what I mean
Want the Continental that's two-tone, flexing some of the time

Shake mixing shit like a group home, knowing I'm getting mine
They labeling all the lukewarm, niggas not groovy
I'm a living legend with rhymes the rookie vetting real lines
But f*ck it, I'm switching whips like news anchor discussions

Crashed the TL, copped another like it was nothing
Life plans in place, I'm humble, counting my ducats
Finger rolling my budgets, beat buzzers like curry buckets
Knowing her dad a preacher, I Toya as if she Luckett

Fade em, the bitches love it, rough edges like Sammy Puckett
Extended planning, I'm covered, hating, I tell em suck it
Frankly, really above it, we aiming right at your nugget

Man, f*ck it, I want a million
They obviously doing bad, I'm staying humble and chilling
I get the bag, distribute it with the realers
Too lit to crash, Monumental like buildings
I do the dash, stab the pedal and drop the ceiling
Quarter ticket to get it, burn tires just cause we winning
Aww shit, we charting them numbers, get off him
Stepping back off my pivot, we traveling often

YEAH YEAH YEAH
140 shit

Yeah

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