Lyrics:
Written By J'Quan Evans
©️Rhythm and Dedication Entertainment 2019 
I was in the car when I heard Whiskey say Derry Dee Derry Doe
Jose V had mouthed off that day. Derry Dee Derry Doe
Whiskey had said, speak English
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
around
Staying focused
I be smoking potent
If you haven't noticed
I am the dopest
Staying lowkey
Smoking OG
Don't fuck with phonies
I be by my lonely
Got
that by my spine I got murder on my mind
Young niggas are dummin out Rental cars they peeling out
Double back at the roundabout Crack the window and air
Ville'"
Moved back to "Greenwich Terrace" before too long
We went from stolen bikes to stolen cars, all my hommies either dead or behind bars
I served up
the one that you pretend to be
Knowing all my lyrics doesn't me you understanding me
The best from Uncle Sam or Canada the land where Santa be
Shit, I'm
Ghetto superstar, with candy on my car
Apple cranberry juice mixed with the bar
28 inches in the air we are
Two pimp niggas in the area
With them PA
got real ties with Evans mobb, free Pooka out that jam, I'm still sending money to my dawgs, gang
Yeah, yeah, that's that switch talk
That's that
ponownie stanąć razem SLU Gancko pod kontrolą!
Jak KRS Scott La Rock dla Ciebie szok
Tak my kolejny rok, Numer jeden HIP-HOP
I gdy ty Digital Bob ja
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
four bars have you feeling fantastic
Then end the song early to make it anticlimactic
(Ha)
They steal my flow like some bandits
Gone 'head and have it
By
Trapping at 13, it changed my life when I jumped in these streets
When I turned 14, seen my brother bussing down the P, I was just 15 when I said
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I had to hunt
My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt
Like window shoppers, I see
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight
I'm outta sight like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big
nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
ever think is me, me, me
My Ambition, My life, My belly
My radio, My car, My telly
My meditation, My hurt
My Temple, My Mosque, My Church
Look now at my
let us touch the sky
I quit my job
You told your Mama goodbye
This time we took my car
I had never driven so far
Thought our dreams
Would let us
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
piece whiting and a shrimp to go
A Large lemonade now I'm out the door
Bob's car wash keep my white walls tight
Just put down on the Holyfield
Uh, Uh, I guess I gotta' do everything myself
Jumpin' out the cable cars sippin' maple
Hoes they gone trip
I got some diamonds 'cross my fuckin'
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