Heated Leather, Pt. 1
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WATCHOUT4JAKES, we out here We smoking whatever the f*ck Chet Hanks was smoking when he spoke Patois You know? (Big up, big up!) Six liters, eight cylinders, it's all white With a good soundtrack, I could drive it all night I always gotta flex the motor when the green light Rev the engine and I'm stopping street fights I'll crush your M3, your Civic, and your Five-O You can hear me coming down the block when I drive slow I ain't got to text 'em I'm here when I drive though 'Cause I drive crazy, but how else could I drive yo Truck's full and I'll fill you with buck hoe Smoke dro wild like I'm off the dust though Oh shit, Khan might've laced this My jaws tight and I'm eyeing my hit list Where do I start, who's throwing the biggest shitfit You say you've got big guns, you've got a tick dick You say you sell big weight, you got a head start Using mommy and daddy's money for kick starts Chevy got the boom boom, listen to it drop I'm snappin' and trappin', I'm blitzing past cops I'm Warren Sapp with the sacks that I got Randy Moss, touchdown, show my ass to the opps Lot of motherfuckers talking, who real or not Step the f*ck up or get the f*ck out of Dodge Daddy said there's more important things to do than rapping Dad, I need imported things and I'mma make it happen Plus I need enough money for some expensive habits And I know that it's easy to get a crowd clapping We could be on a beach out in Cancun Care free, ashing blunts on my tracksuit Let me put the pen to the paper and I'mma show you How I script a beautiful written, burn 'em like Khan do Way I'm whipping up these rhymes, I'm the top chef Way I'm beating all these swine, I'm the Mos Def That's leave 'em black on both sides, bleeding near death I'm just chilling in the basement, not a set to rep Unaffiliated menace with a slick walk Yo, I swear to God I'm getting famous off this slick talk Swear to God she getting restless, let this dick talk Put her ass to sleep and leave the beat in white chalk You Malibu's Most Wanted motherfuckers piss me off Talking shit all in your songs, face to face you're soft Post your load all on the Snap, boy you're getting robbed Claim you was raided but really it was a fucking job Think you can stack up some pounds and just buy a fucking Rollie? The last I heard you left the trap door wide open Your man was fucking up some measurements 'cause he was rolling I'm just pissed I wasn't the one to leave your safe smoking A pound deep, like a chief smoking Got creeps that'll leave the fucking piece smoking I always smoke when I rap, but I think in poems Got these thick ass joints wrapped, I chain smoke 'em Windows down on the interstate, I chain smoke 'em Heated seats for the dinner date, I chain smoke 'em Wanna talk about the gang, plain day pokers Never know when or where, wild card joker, bitch
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