Lyrics:
of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
breath or state your case
Speak your mind or be on your way
Ain't got time for the games you play
Every n***a in my squad got a strap
Grind hard to put
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
time i pull up in the slab
I got ten or twenty duffle bags
I'm all about that money
I'm all about that cream
Live my life like a dream
When I pull up
to fake it
If you do dat den tha second you make it
Those b tha ones dats gon call you tha fakest
All in my hood niggas kno how to take it
Dish it and give
time i pull up in the slab
I got ten or twenty duffle bags
I'm all about that money
I'm all about that cream
Live my life like a dream
When I pull up
glizzys
Grew up in a mansion, how the fuck you turn pee-wee?
Imagine if I had a baby mama getting fucked by another nigga
I had a best friend, I thought she
Dorrough Music trunk pop
His without the rooftop the last not
Got the designer shoes on my feat yeah
4 grams in my sweet yeah
It's funny how we broke
put in work
And my hood got love for me
I heard them niggas be saying that
They're gonna come for me (where they at man?)
Im on your strip
And I'm
Overachievin' with that carbon, watch me overachieve
Else I'd be dead or in jail, but look, nigga, I don't need it
Shit, I'm the hood's hope, slab pope, feel
rich to quit now
But still struggle to pay rent
Still hit the slab soon as shoes hit the pavement
SpaceLAB - my hits & my chips made in basements
Had
, I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
in big fat slabs
Like a pound or a key a G you can't be
Who the fuck you tryin to be and that G is me
We sucka-free a mothafuckin menace
Coppers
Like a hotel up in my hood better check in
Never go stress about a hoe bitch I slept it
Back door leave it unlocked bitch I crept in
Put his ass back in
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
Guess what I'm saying is ergo
Kentuckian Derbo
I slab another corner right and then arrive at your borough
I park the horse and carriage right in front
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
we innovative
You can get these hands
But I am educate
Still come down
But I am elevated
And the 4's poke out
They be really swangin'
Riding in a slab
in big fat slabs
Like a pound or a key a G you can't be
Who the fuck you tryin to be and that G is me
We sucka-free a mothafuckin menace
Coppers
Fuck the fame ion care I wanna make it out the hood
Brodie tried to whack 16 for og nah im good
Rod wave, they don't get it find myself misunderstood
irons and vests, stress on they chest
20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet
in memory of...who's next?
train they set, lend they Teck, earn
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
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