Lyrics:
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
debt for that degree
In depth intelligence
Light bars on this track
I like cars that go fast
Where's the hook? Aye yo spit that
Goteem Goteem Goteem by
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating 3
the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by ?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
He gets in the passenger side
I have the wheel in front of me
My hand on the gear shift
His on my knee
I'm playing my songs on the car stereo
He
I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just the car as it creaks
And the soft top roof, I ain't sitting in the seats
Treat the back seat,
Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas
Welcome to the album
Brought to you
By yours truly
It's the RBT
a single hand
I got 50 songs so imma name the album many men
The way I see it I get rich or die trying
Get it by any means so best believe that I'm eyeing
ain?t right, by the time you could afford it the car ain?t important
In the streets silent, it?s just I and - cops keep firin? in my environment
Leavin?
Every time I drive down my old street
I'm surrounded by all the memories
I feel like I'm losing sanity
Because
It's crazy how nothing ever feels
load my nine with 100 rounds
Sex money murder
On my album
They singing out of town
Miami nights in the S class
I remember
Yea it was a movie
Thought
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
Stella Artois and a ménage à trois
Pass them both back and forth in the back of my car
I feel like Arsenio in this scenario
Modern day Lothario with
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
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