Lyrics
My music make the crowd move
I'm in the car rolling cow food
But I still keep a strap with me
I ain't never been a slipper, that's a house shoe
Got my education without school
Quiet as a mouse move, but I keep a loud tool
Play games, you'll be shitting in a pouch fool
Got stock like Dow do
New hard top, off the car lot
Hit the gas, tires smoke like cigar shops
Make your jaw drop, bought it off of narcotics
Tax on the work, we got them H&R Blocks
Alumni, yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the 12, Roger Staubach
No café, but we had them hard rocks
For the bread, they'll throw you off a dark dock
So before your heart stop, or the narcs knock
I gotta give it to you straight like a bar shot
Cause the streets don't play fair
Niggas mad cause you got more rides than the state fair
I'm terrified, I can't lie, boy I stay scared
So I keep a lot of toys like a daycare
Hold the shotty like a bass player
I ain't a killer, I'm just trying to stay safe, player
It was my only wish to rise
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty", getting high
It was my only wish to rise
On them jealous motherfuckers I despise
Coming down clean, bumping "Ridin' Dirty", getting high
It's a mystery, break out your magnifying glasses
With your hat and fine jackets, macs and iron ratchets
Asinine bastards, big as packs of linebackers
Pussy fat with fine asses, in the back with lines asking
"Who that on that new track with that rap reclined backwards?
I knew that it was you, but matter of fact, don't mind asking"
Cooling on 'em, moving on 'em, my shooters on 'em
Show this flow off like a trophy and a new diploma
Graduation, crackers say that I wasn't gon' make it
Pack of paper, pen and pad and now calculate it
Malcolm made it, cinematic and black related