LEFT4DEAD

Yeah Aye You still smoke Runtz You still smoke Runtz I been on Hindu Kush for the past month I don't fuck with punks I'm at the mountain top sitting like monks Looking down at you while I spark up my junt Never catch me in the Never catch me in the club, I be counting dubs Chilling at my house, slumped on the couch If I catch a bum, it's a hit and run Buying by the pound, we be rolling loud What you talking bout Yeah What you really about You don't see the vision You just want the clout You ain't really down Coupes roaring down the freeway Would've thought we was on a mission Aye, I don't want fame I want the riches You can get racks to bitch just listen You can get racks to homie just listen Came from the ground, through pressure I'm ready to shine We put in work, we ain't wasting no time Not talking money, I pay it no mind I hit the stu' and I preach to the mic I won't lose sleep about a bitch I'm in the BRZ dodging the potholes If I'm at Fate I'm sipping chili gatos Sitting back, cooling, chilling with my vatos They asking me where I got my zapatos I don't know I was high when I got those Japanese hoe saying arigato Yeah Sacramento native, they claim we related All of this money and I still ain't jaded Bought my car cash, I ain't paying no payments RS11 smoke, that be my fragrance, yeah RS11 smoke, that be my fragrance I buy shit cash I don't like to lease Girl to my left rolling up my weed She looking pretty sitting on my seats All of my beats now come with a fee Once you make motion you'll know what I mean Causing commotion like waves in the sea If I see weed, I'm gone spark All of my cars are not stock