(Moneyxo let's get it) (Yo Vicky) I'm with the crows in the valley so deep Like fuck the road, I know they wanna see me I can't complain but to this day I'm not where I wanna be I think my heart skipped a beat
I start my day off bag chasing right by Oglethorpe Equipped to let that K off, drag racing in the motorsport (Skrrt, skrrt) Holes inside my shoes they used to laugh at me way back then All the things I couldn't afford when I look back you know I buy them Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden It be the one you call your boy that you can't trust 'cause he not solid I thought that you was proud of mе I walk out Gucci store styling Far as I can see, if you my roun, you get my right hand
I bet my youngin' knock 'еm off all on my word ain't gotta buy it I'm Louis V'd down to my socks up to my head I'm living violent She in the back like Rosa Parks, can't even lie she caught my eyelid This shit get confidential, boy, I'm never speaking on what I did End of the day, we ain't had no choice I had to make it home to my kids This just a letter to that boy, still to this day don't know what I did We blew his brains down on the floor like come and open up your ideas Don't know who I can trust no more I'm full of pain, they don't know how I feel I tell my shooter, "Drive the car", she know my worth I'm worth 'bout nine mil' I put all my trust inside this Ruger or this nine mill' (Oh yeah) I'm reminiscing passing time wishing that I could press rewind I got a check up on my mind while I gotta check up on my mind Lil' shawty must be got a flawless filter She steady running 'round town looking artificial (Oh-oh) Big Ar or pistol Watch the youngin' walking down, his end game official
I start my day off bag chasing right by Oglethorpe Equipped to let that K off, drag racing in the motorsport (Skrrt, skrrt) Holes inside my shoes they used to laugh at me way back then All the things I couldn't afford when I look back you know I buy them Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden It be the one you call your boy that you can't trust 'cause he not solid I thought that you was proud of me I walk out Gucci store styling Far as I can see, if you my roun, you get my right hand
1942 gon' get her loose soon as the night hit Fifteen hundred on some shoes from Jimmy Choo that's all for my bitch Shawty my best, I'm breakin' boo I'm getting pussy off of my wrist All a youngin' know is shoot, we cock it back, let that. 45 hit I'ma spend my life inside this booth I treat the mic like I hold a diary How you from the 'jects and don't know Coop? You must be not really from 'round here Girl drop the neck inside a coupe, lil' shawty really got some fire head Like back in 1992, I drip Phat Farm, I'm on some fly shit (Uh) Me no speak no English I see Denver, Colorado from a different angle (Ayy) Champagne living, poppin' bottles, oh Lord, I really thank you I fucked a model, me don't really know what her real name is All I wanted was a dollar but it came with being famous Hit up my line once the rain gone Pour up a line and now it seem like all the pain gone You left a knife inside my back, it be the main ones I start my day off chasing racks, that's for a fact me and my day ones
I start my day off bag chasing right by Oglethorpe Equipped to let that K off, drag racing in the motorsport (Skrrt, skrrt) Holes inside my shoes, they used to laugh at me way back then All the things I couldn't afford when I look back you know I buy them Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden It be the one you call your boy that you can't trust 'cause he not solid I thought that you was proud of me I walk out Gucci store styling Far as I can see, if you my roun, you get my right hand
Compositores: Tyquain Terrel Bowman (Quando Rondo), Victor Ferreira, Aleksandr Tabensky, Mekai Barrientez ECAD: Obra #30821294