Lyrics:
insisted on drivin'
When we said no
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home, man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (are
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
don't you place the blame on me
As you pour yourself another drink, yeah
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
on Notti, like
Did you forget? (Grrah)
Ni-Nigga ran on his mans and
Now he in a spliff (Lotti)
Rah, Dubs, Bеanz, hit, grrah
Lee Roy, Gatti, dead in a ditch
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta drive a 5
Now that I got it
The hardest thing to do is stay alive
Cokehead Sandra, she grew in Gowanus
Her man was large and Sandra
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
Need to dump a dead body, man I think I know a place
She gon' suck the prototype and swallow all the protoges, nigga
Lookin' like a open safe, nigga
featherweight
Every day I do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz
a Redbone
In a Bentley truck
She on that dope heavy
Got the Mac and I'm ready
Savage life, like webbie drive-bys
In that Chevy, white girl
Her name Kelly
Semi
work chef him up with that rambo
Free Jango, feds got manaman doing time in the can tho
Them man soon gon' dead up, name them man as a pack tho
My
Windows down going bout 74' and I
Watch you drive and over think your every word
This ones gonna burn
I know that it is getting kinda late
But where
get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your ?
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cause niggaz in these streets
Parkway of the garden state
Planes flying overhead
On the porch playing Uno
Lightning struck our bed
But I got something in my chest
No one ever sees
points. He came all the way back from the dead to make this shing dig happen...so...who's got a camera??”
More the money, man the more i smile
Make me
daddies(East Point)
It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
3-5-7 to your forehead, there'll be mo' dead
cause I'ma pro, kid
But Lord forgive
dead wrong
Rest of my chrome
Once I get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your [Incomprehensible]
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
balling down Parkway
Paul rode up in a viper man
I jumped on the passenger seat
And that's when he like started to explain
How we gunna touch these
Drive West
I heard a man on AM radio say
The Seventh Sign has been displayed
It's just around the corner
There's nothing you can save
Because we all have
Churchill
It's mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?
I grew up in Streatham
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
the wheel
Headed towards the parkway, get back to my house
Cause she really had me horny, I was kinda aroused
I didn't kill this bitch, man, she did it
let him hold something
Drop fifty drive slow watch out for rollas
Everybody smoke weed just not Bammer n****
Everybody with the s*** so where yo
Everything a dead from mi catch one (mmhm)
Badmind fi d watch pan mi left hand
Bullet ina chest
Dem a dead man
(Yeah)
Pour up e hennessy fi all a mi dead
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