126 Diary
Vico & All Things Hip
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I was born in Stuttgart Germany April 86 I was built with a urgency My skin and guts burgundy Two months old when I left the language I never learned to speak My family name is Benz you probably heard of me I've made ppl f*ck over their friends even murder for me My vin start with 126 left out the rest purposely My first owner was a stock broker up on wall street He went on a balling spree Bought a crib in the Hampton's and another down in the keys He been dreaming bout me even paid premium fee's Paid it all cash didn't care to lease Money kept flowing he thinking shit is sweet Never met his wife he fucks his mistress on my back seat High off nose candy few times he almost crashed me Speaking about crashes Stock market crashed he had to liquidate his assets He was fully tilted sold me only for a fraction Relationship barely lasted My second owner was a coke dealer out of queens I think he ran with Supreme He Change the sneakers on my feet Next was the muffler delete Bad bitch passenger seat my trunk filled it with keys Windows up smoking trees I can barely breath We hit high way cracked the sun roof and I felt a breeze Tinted my windows to lay low from the D's and enemies I went from sleeping in garages to park infront of bodegas Glove compartment kept his Glock center console his pager Went to war with the neighbours Dominicanos with razors He ain't worried he know killers that still owe favors Posted on the block courages Word up magazine thumbing thru the pages Headphones on listening to the new Big Daddy Kane shit Leaning on his car rocking his latest custom made fit Spanish kid pulled up on a bike he ain't even say shit He ain't even seen it all you heard was the shots His body dropped blood all on my fender and the Monoblocks Repossessed by the cops ended up on auction blocks My third owner was a teacher from Connecticut very good etiquette Parks me at suburban home where I am a better fit Driveways in the neighbourhood I see a lot of relatives My muffler back on so I'm sounding like myself again I really like this guy I hope he keeps me t'ill the bitter end But he wasn't a friend traded me in, in 92 for the new latest Benz A newer bigger version of me with better seats Double pane windows soft close door I can barely compete I pray someone body still wants me in their fleet The new 140 got so much technology I wonder if I'm obsolete Luckily my fourth owner was in love with my type Every night after we ride he would give me a wipe He tuck me in cover me up and make sure that I'm right He kept me for like a decade then moved on with his life Now it's 2002 my ego is bruised I done sat on every lot with every car that is used They walk by but never pick me they say I'm not reliable I'm really confused I guess they don't know the truth Years past I'm still on this lot my breaks is shot My paint don't look how it used to plus I need new shocks Bounced around a couple shops nobody gave me a shot I'm feeling outcasted still got low milage on my clock Reminiscing back how I used to stunt hard how I end up in this junk yard Sometimes I get lost day dreaming of a plush garage New liquids and filters break pads battery fully charged At night before I shut my lights I pray to the BenzGod My days are numbered crushing us at faster rates They just took that e-class away you see that poor bastard's face They just destroyed some more Beamers I wasn't sad to see it The only part that's sad they're killing other Europeans I pray I make it out this hell but don't think I'll be leaving They already took my grill headlights will be gone by this evening They picking us apart they use us for parts They still ain't take my heart new fuel pump and I'll definitely start But one day I felt them clamp on my frame this ain't the same They started pulling I thought this was the end of my game But this was different usually the forklift takes you away This was a tow truck he pulled me out and then loaded me up I'm in an enclosed trailer I'm in shock like what the f*ck Heard I'm going to this place called the Kingdom the Mecca Some place warm where all my relatives is gathered together They plan to fully restore me and then keep me forever I must be dreaming the BenzGod must of answered my prayers I'm starting to see palm trees and feel the change of the weather Doors open they got their phones out as I enter the Mecca...I'm home
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