Lyrics:
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
last laughter
And every tree trunks made of third rails with tourniquet branches
And I learned to walk with an anchor in my back pocket
And man I read
send (uh), wanna send (uh)
What? Pirate man, Caribbean man
No Johnny, no it's nuttin'
How many spitters tryna see man murked?
That didn't work, on my
running and the washing machine
There's a Lithuanian in the engine
What are you doing here
Cause I want you to be in my life
Why must we fight over
Twenty-dollar bill in my pocket
350 Chevrolet knocking
It ain't worth much
But tonight it's running plenty good enough
No party, no strobe lights
puttin' my life on liftoff
Why they leave they thoughts on thrift shop, like it costs
Twenty three cents, for sense or two bucks
To see that money don't
police checks, Dump the drugs, don’t talk was the reflex
Thrift shop clothing with defects Burberry sweater eighty dollars for a reject
We used to get
Yea I'm probably banned from the red carpet I drip hard and left stains
In a i8 spider Beamer with 2 pounds of Mary Jane
Count 20k get my teeth
got some shit around my wrist
That a blind the day
How many niggas you know sleepin' in Versace beds
Man that platinum 20 thousand dollars spreads
see me in my thrift store finds
Even when I'm doing alright in the pocket, in the pocket
All that I need is a little extra green to get by
And take care
good
Ride on 20's with TV's
Leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least ten G's on a necklace
Pullin up at the club in
Two Caddy truck stretches
My click
knockin' boots 'til she's 14K'd
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop
Jack plays the back, just knockin'
Fascinated by the better things,
Activated by the dollar
I had to run up my commas,
I want the money,
You niggas can keep all the problem's
I’m living life
Fascinated by the better things,
Activated by the dollar
I had to run up my commas,
I want the money,
You niggas can keep all the problem's
I’m living life
knockin' boots 'til she's 14K'd
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop
Jack plays the back, just knockin'
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
real nigga, watch what you say in my
Comments, I'll drop off a bag
I'll pay a few dollars
I'll have niggas next to you
Aimin' the TEC at you
Shootin'
Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free
How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your
me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
Cash like Johnny, Banks
Whoo
[Chorus]
Uh,
Two figures up yup, henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up up
the sauce, I don't wanna hear you talk, Plankton (shut up)
Right side the dubs, my left pocket all Franklin's
Chains tri-color, but the buffies, yeah, they
search of the one that I might bone
I had cash in my pocket and went one deep
And it was worth the time so I wore my [?] sheepskin
Twenty below, ten [?]
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