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She strapped me in the car took me to the hospital
The doctor ordered a CAT scan
They put me in, real tight, so I felt claustrophobic
All to tell me

the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé

you hit pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain't never move guns through the Greyhound
You ain't never gon' spin when it came down
And I really wanna

You know I like yo style 
Bad as hell I want you right now
I'm tryna to fuck ain't here to play no games
By the way I never caught your name
Thick

ho chattin' Stiff Chocolate with a book
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Gettin told I'm not a real spitter, by some broke-arse bill splitter

next to the michelin
I jumped in the drivers side Elias what you doing
She crying tryna jump out but I hit her with the gun
Now she says she can't see,

They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit

Just hit the crowd surfing
Stuck in the cycle
Come clean like it's detergent
Do I gotta be a puppet
Or be my own person
Distort my image
Till completely

hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick

through the TSA
(TSA) a chauffeur waitin' on us when
We leave the plane (Ha)

Yeah, I know it's hard for them to fathom
I won't stop until the six car

deal
Asking if you could swing by later-
In about an hour to "just chill"
I say bet, you say bet-
Knock at the door yo what's next
We standing chest

See I once was like you, but the car don't make the man
What makes the man is his game plan
See I once was like you, but the jewels don't make

lyrics and rhymes
Working on myself to become a better guy
Always comparing life like side by side
Who do I wanna be I can't decide
I wanna get back

they put me in the Guinness
No bap in my rap, what I start I'ma finish
Bro park the car, get the mask when we hit 'em
Hop back inside, do the dash when

Drums, hehe

Yeah shotty quake
Hit his body and made his body shake (Brrrr)
I heard the bones in his body break (Huh)
Ain't nobody safe
The hardest

clock in on the clock, off the clock, it don't matter bitch I'm serving
I got my glock, through a lot, I hit the A when i'm bored on the gas I be swerving

been through to much
It's some shit, down the toilet,kinda hard to flush
Hush, close your mouth, cause I'm through with that fussin'
Hit the lights, bump

This Spot, By The Time Y’all Get In The Car, By The Time I Get On The Plane Tomorrow
Half The World Would Have Got This Message Because You H*** Just

This Spot, By The Time Y’all Get In The Car, By The Time I Get On The Plane Tomorrow
Half The World Would Have Got This Message Because You H*** Just

Now that nigga dead
Huh, slid like a sled
Huh, blick by the legs
Big body Benz
Hit a bitch by her friends
Huh, Chrome Heart skully on
Huh, but my

It's grown since then though that second album man was so old-school
Folks called it old Princeton
I'm still penny-pinching though it sold fine
My

I'm so nervous nervous 
I'm so worried worried 
Man I fill my whole car up wit peas 
If the police want a problem 
No problem with me
Getting

gone get
Built this shit up from the ground and that's brick by brick
So I don't got nothing to prove I don't owe you shit
Uh Get this shit the hard way

I was out here pushing through that pain like it's labor
They laughed when I had that outdated whip
Now look at me, cause my new car, it came with