Letras
Yeah, we're back up
Rose!
Bitch, I been here since 2013
Lotta shit's changed except me
Still recording from the same desk
Difference is I need my check, please
Lotta people came and went with ease
Coulda stayed and kept some equity
I tried to give you all the best of me
They couldn't see it, let 'em rest in peace
Yeah, yeah
Fuck out my way, and fuck how you're feeling
Born for greatness, shining stars in the ceiling
I'm Speed Racer, driving cars off the building
I'm active, in my bag, in my own lane
Smoking hate out my heart, that's that propane
Got no space when I'm puffing on both strains
Got so many options, using codenames
Are my eyes too glossy?
Check in the mirror, I'm saucy
Bad bitches looking like offies
No wise man gonna cross me
What's an Audemars gon' cost me?
Can't let nothing get past me
Mach 17, but they can't jet-lag me
Invoice due, brown bag and elastics
She's been on rides, bet she from Grand Rapids, book it
Twenty-four, but I don't look it
They all smoked crack when they said I couldn't
All my hits gon' smack, I'm a young Doc Gooden
Better pull that trigger if you know the cop crooked like
Blam, leave his ass on the pavement
Sauvignon blanc, how we stash him in stainless
Light up a fire, and ask for the Pagans
To take him on back where my actions can say less
I been here since 2013
Lotta shit's changed except me
Still recording from the same desk
Difference is I need my check, please
Lotta people came and went with ease
Coulda stayed and kept some equity
I tried to give you all the best of me
They couldn't see it, let 'em rest in peace
I'm up 6:30 to 6
Thirty minutes, kept my eyes closed, then I'm back in the mix
I tap the abyss, James Cameron with my passion for flicks
Got a bag full of tricks, yeah, I'm Shaq in '06