Lyrics:
German coupes we be whipping
Tyres smoked, they be spinning
Exhaust flames, yeah they be spitting
Got that new shape and them women
Cos, yeah we
wrong
(Were only us)
cre people really that box they put on?
Ya
The bell is tubular
The Mac is pro
Outer space like Jupiter
Time machine in the sails
fuck with the homie, you know thats my dawg
Im busting that bitch by the wall
Put dick in that hoe and skirt off
The charger it come with exhaust
Said i
talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle
chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy
chevy on my head rest how ya feel? i feel good
chrome exhaust with the leather in the wood
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh chevy
the belly
I'm the New Don, Magivelli
Who provides the means?
Who's feeding the fiends?
Who exhausts gas on my street?
Who got the heat?
Why you asking me?
The system continues to tighten it's grip
But now I'm kicking back with a spliff
Rewriting the script
Try to unwind
Cuz if I spend my life working
people jock it
So flop your lips
I got the arms to spar with an octopus
I'm shocking off the Richter
Breaking down the system
The way that I'm gone hit
Degrees in either direction
Without cutting off blood to their brain due to
Blood pooling systems
There are more than 220
Species of owl that are all
I can never love no thot
All they good for is give top
Like Alfredo I got sauce
Blowing that gas like exhaust
I'm on my grind tony hawk
pockets fat
If I’m really vibing out I’m wavvy,
Im tubular and gravy,
They say I’m radical,
My lymphatic system
In a panic chasin zen on a zanax,
It’s so auto
angels
Cybernetic with a style that was molded to match
Syncopated with a system that's destined to crash
Obliterating the political figures and puppets
conflicted, pain done fucked up my vision
A hoopty is still what I'm whipping, crashing forward collision
Don't give a fuck bout system, fuck your opinion
I
and all I see is vacuums -
echoing a chamber where my voice becomes exhaust fume -
opinions weaponised across social divides
it's like the truths wearing
(It relied on you).
The turbine cracked up.
The buildings froze up.
The system choked up.
What can we do?
Please remember to mention me,
In
Our mission is to boldly go, where no MC, or group
Has ever gone before, ever! Ever!
(What the hell is this shit?) Binary system
(What the hell is
(It relied on you).
The turbine cracked up.
The buildings froze up.
The system choked up.
What can we do?
Please remember to mention me,
In tapes you
his Benz hovers
Smoke blowin' from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche
(Look at him, lickin' his lips when his joint pull off)
Ever since
Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches
he stop at the light, it's like his Benz hovers
Smoke blowin from the chrome exhaust, of his Boxer Porsche
(Look at him, lickin his lips when his joint
lights, their amplifiers,
their PA systems...their smoke machines. And all those synthesizers...look at all
the plastic they got in 'em...and the guitar
on a detox and
These pockets need a lot of green so they can be strong
Baby I just keep on working through the exhaust
Anytime I seem off hit me with a king
Tryna Break clean through the ceiling
Cracking the seal
Still tryna Heal
Stuck With this weed in my system
I Tilt and lean on a swivel
Pivot but keep
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