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goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
side by side
Rappers be actin' like they got a whip
Can't move, get a bike to ride
Nothin' but facts when I talk
Actin like Damian Lillard
Ain't no
metaphorically stout
And my cool beige car helps me exude clout
Revving up the mind, pull a little round-a-bout
I'll get some more liquidity by trading it out
Get
That's not his driving
A rental car
Thuggin' as kid
Bikes was cars
Riding handle bars
They call my room
The trap room
Cause' I got holes
Up in my walls
So
the boom made the windows crack
The cars were low, we drove real slow
Even if we had to just go down to the store
Magic Mike on the deck playing Drop that
Just you and I
Driving round in the car
I even let you drive
Eating dinner from a can
dad's yummy can delight
Just a guy and his little guy
Son
With Cool Ring tones
On The 3rd Came A Cool New Bag
Courtesy Of My Mom And My Dad
The Forth Was Tight Got A Cool New Bike
Its Crazy Like 24 Speeds
went pop, now the wrist got vanity
Boy he hot
I don't think yall understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant
It was just starting to drizzle as I walked out the door
But I've delivered papers in the rain like that before
Three-thirty in the morning, I was
in a great position (yeah),
How can you be hood if my whole frickin flat is smaller than your kitchen? (fuck it)
You wouldn't last a minute where I'm
the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
she was sticking
The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype
Who I ain't know by name, but I knew by bike
Chances of him breaking in,
with his bike
And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
I've been doin drive-bys all of my life,
Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.
3.14 apple pi,
I whip, clean it off, and stick it in her
leave her at home by herself to just stay there
Seeing bigger cars and houses got her jealous
But what are you supposed to do when your money spending is
me, it's bed time This the same fuckin' song, and you still a dead guy
Niggas bitch made, one, two, three, four, five By the time I get to ten, them
Ferris rollin like a ferris wheel
Three garage doors, pick one Let's Make a Deal
The first one is a Urus, navy like a navy seal
DG starts his Rari up we
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
because I like her taste
She got that fast car
Its a model 3
Whole roof or window
You can always see
Ever boned a bitch
On some leather seat
Let me tell you
ain't no
Time for slowing
A mighty run and it's kept on going
Steady rollin the streets, my feet planted real well, know im low on upkeeep
Keep them beats
car was on my feet
Sleeping on the couch
But im not sleeping on the street
Given second chances
Its like the cycle would repeat
Every move i made
Was
Three hours later I'm out the damn door again
Gotta pedal to the store again
I'm feeling festive this require captain Morgan
Another bike ride, staring
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
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