Lyrics:
Nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in
the fuck down
Huh, yep, I had to let this shit out my dome
Let a nicca know, it's time to come out, huh
Niccas, get yo bitch back in the closet
Hoe nicca,
hop
But tonight where gonna reggaeton the whole club.
I see you party in the streets,
See my myself climbing in the
Seats the hood is like heaven
top
Stop back in a covertable
Show my ass don't know how
To act in a convertable
Rubberband shawty retarted with the racks
Saw a Barbie in the party
Who
a good wife
The pressure getting to me and all I can do is write
Giving back to my hood, hope what I'm doing is right
I know what I'm doing is right
I
years back 09 I was in and out of the flats
I was ahead of my time shown a couple older niggas how to trap aye
Didn't really have a plan just get the bag
a hoe
It was always fuck em bro
But if he switching up
Fuck em both
You aint real
I could tell
By a look in yo eyelids
And saying im lit
Walking around
Yo, I'm moving at the same pace as the universe the day it was made
I got no time to lay in the shade!
How can I think about catching some rays
When
gotta call for the RE
Had to put that trap on pause to war in the streets
Yo whose got the keys? You know i wanna drill that now oi broski spin that
Look
Little baby black boy, they taught you not to cry
Said they'll whoop yo ass if them tears come from your eyes
What a pretty lady in the eye
turnt yo bitch into a fan
I fucked her from the back while she did a handstand
She in love with me cause she know I'm the man
Had her eat my dick
no teachers
The streets preachers will put you in detention
A deficit of attention
Yo poppa is on suspension
For pretending to make all of the money
Overseas in Maldives, somewhere in the boat
5,000 messages on my Facebook app
My mom buggin' out because I never hit right back
2,500 messages from
Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects,
Attacked world-wide
My crew is on the map, yo Q! You got my back?
No question, like, like, the Roots
Without their drummer
You step up in a relay, son
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising
Yo C. Laney catch ya lying
Yo C. Laney, leave some crying
Rest in peace to all the deceased its the king
the car by the teaspoon
I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo
I got to roll with a gat in the back
I get pulled over and they ask who I am
Oh,
Kenny’s Cadillac
With the subwoofer knocking
And the brains out the back
Necks crane for me Jack
I know the grass green in the rose sweet
But the doors been
that i'm good outside
On the north, ain't no time i'm slipping
Pull up to the hood one time, giving back, no lie
Cause it's real and that's how i'm
(Keep it goin')
Bust the trap, head to head out the whip
(Yeah) was in back of the cop car with Lil
I'ma put on my tax, ain't no deals
(Them taxes)
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by
on the track, have ya hood sayin'
(I can feel your fire)
East coast, west coast, down south, world wide, everybody like
(I can feel your fire)
Welcome me back
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