Lyrics:
go run up and ask me to die
Parking the car down the road about two blocks in the intersection where we go
I pulled the camera out from my new album
up today
Do you switch it up, place the place where yo head lay
Brodie investing in them bribs, he into real estate
Niggas tryna be superheroes, don't
hot brew
Looking out at the estate that still holds signs of you
I still see your shadow on the driveway
Fixing up a car until time made it drive away
might as trade this junker in at the nearest used car dealership
I would probably get the part, I'll do it, it'll be fine
But when I tried to pay for it
rompe estate atento
Cuídalo siempre y empuja
Guárdalo como amuleto
Shulalama qui te donne des bonne vibes
Dans ce sound en direct de malta
On fait pas
ain't going for the cuffs
And I'm buying real estate
What the fuck is some buffs
Say he fucking with me I think he drinking on some duffs
And I don't sing
tryna learn some new things
When im driving through the estate
Im living in a generation
Where all the people tryna be fake
Rappers tryna make remake
I had to let her know
Too much weight in the car, she say, why ain't drop at all
My people ain't answer that call
She say she ain't a junkie, put my
that's a Beam
My name Aude I don't play that. Push the whole car, recline seats like a Maybach
I'm really underrated why they say that. Like, you could
On my estate
I never parked the whip inside
This hand me down
Was never prized inside their eyes
Car jackers must ain't got no drive
If they ain't taking
far
You pulled up in your baby mama car, you ain't one to talk
I'm up early morning grindin' every day, that's a head start
Only competition in
You might have a happy family, nice house, fine car
You might be successful in real estate
You could even be a football star
You might have
Smell the dying dream of the mighty west
Smell the factories, smell all the cars
The adult book stores and the topless bars
Smell the pretty people,
team,
Those yobs were not for him,
He turns into a real estate agent,
Who believes in discipline,
The guy who's first to use cocaine,
The wild boy
a car, hopped and sat up on the hood
Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "hey" it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me
a car, hopped and sat up on the hood
Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "hey" it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me
against the bar
Housekeeper took the car
And pool house rules can't keep your clothes on
The ranch house rattlesnakes will pray your soul to take
Black
not the lack of a sense
It's called ambivalence
All still in their lanes
Under rush hour lights
There's one head to a car
But you act so
never do look back unless we like what we saw
Never do look back OK papa?
On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah's place
Savoir faire and grace
they knocked down the palais
Part of my childhood died, just died
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band
And there's a car park where the palais
and got bigger
Like when Mario jumps on the flower
I'm the frontman, I put my estate on the map
Had to drop out my youngins for shavin' a pack
I love
smoke, that's the program
So put a nug in, nigga we could smoke both strands
500 horsepower, shhhh on the Interstate
I'm tired of buyin' cars, nigga
mate's gone downstairs while your stuck there with his sister waiting.
I'm chilling in estates,
Sniffing at a rave
Sitting in a cave
With a grin up on my
I'm driving towards towers tops burning red
Sunny day and your real estate will drive me home
Stay off the main roads for me
Because I grew up in
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