Lyrics:
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
Had to flip what's in my blood to be a stack
Had to handle other business, ain't no riddles, it's a fact
If you see me in my energy, ain't really
feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo
came here to get it
You Niggas a talk it but ain't never live it
You feeling real froggy Watch my niggas rip it
I been in the studio I'm cooking up heat
air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don't call it death for me installment plan,
She's putting the armor on my back,
Rigging
climb in the back of da dunk
Let me pump up da funk
And hit your chin with my jaw
Keep a tech in the trunk
Lay back bitch, but the beat keep me crunk
Come
air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don’t call it death for me instalment plan,
She’s putting the armor on my back,
Rigging
the studio he looking at my eyes
Can't hide my personality
I'm not under disguise
Momma, I ain't have no air now
AC up in all my rides
My girl said show me
optimistic, I'm sippin' on mystic
I bought me a new Expedition to lift it
My girl black as hell, but she moan when I kiss it
I post in Detroit like I play for
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
twice
Instead of doin' what's wrong, lil' bitch, you do what's right
I feel like fuck live in disguise
I showed my wrong, don't hide my right
You saw
niggas goin out so sideways
Make me wanna get me a bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon ride
to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my
In the studio as usual while breaking my crocs in
I apologize just know that I tried
The pain in your eyes got me traumatized
Got me mesmerized every
witness me
Turn into the greatest of my family
Turn into the regret of my exes spare texting or messing with me thot live happily
Gap in my teeth boy i
a honeymoon for the summer tryna get a six-pack for it
Say I won't catch 'Crae slippin' in the studio at like 3 AM
Autograph that forehead with a Sharpie pen
life a movie, they wanna put me in the frames
Either you gon' live with it or nothing to maintain
We ain't on the same track, you can't land on this
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
watch me cop
I'm getting slick with that slop
As I put my hip in to hop
I cannot quit I won't stop
Or maybe I should
Yeah fuck it I'm good
Feel like I'm
the world as simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin'
Where did that get me? High, more drinkin'
Now my head empty, so can it last
gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
I must stay
Break in homes and cars 'cause we ain't have enough
I was goin' to school, free my niggas on my folders
She told me a story how her stepdaddy used
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
.jpg/245px-13-06-09_RaR_Dizzee_Rascal_10_(cropped).jpg "Dizzee Rascal")
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