Lex Leather + (Wildside)

Flows marinated in money I brung the literature Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures I remember them battles Iverson putting 50 up Chronicles of a skinny nigga wildin since a sippy cup Cry me a river these grimy niggas slimy slithering Find me a lick that'll get me 90 for the 10 of us Direct orders from headquarters to escort us Bullet proof yukons and lukewarm red water Popping plastic stretch the body it's not gymnastics Got the block established thru apparatus chop and bag it All I had was a socket ratchet box of matches Hot plate and a pot to catch it Walah watch the magic Off the stoop since the Hoover trial We was juveniles cold hearted killers with the cutest smiles Scary niggas threw the towel couldn't handle it I Finished laying down groundwork and took a stand on it Stepping on shit so hard I thought my toe broke Gold rope Rakim rhyming cuz NomiX no joke Plus I took heed to wise words from old folks To get everybody high and still keep a low pro Flows marinated in money I brung the literature Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures I remember my father told me nobody give a fuck Gotta have no feelings to finish with a winners touch Flows marinated in money I brung the literature Hotter than Lexus leather seats in summer temperatures Narcs parked in unmarked cars dog it gotta be frightening How they watch us through binoculars NomiX dodging indictments I hop in a nice whip drive with no license dropping the ice in When it's a drought stretch it to extra professional chef with the right spin That's counter clockwise for those who don't have a clue My Digital scale in need of some batteries run out of sandwich bags cop every Saturday Because of the trap it's jumping The junkies is comin The hustlers love me Fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy The fuck could you tell me I'm tryn get wealthy What you know bout 75,000 in ones take like an hour to count Fly it to Vegas and drive it to Cali Then mail back the product to my mama house Bricks in the ground bricks in the sofa So many bricks its like O'Neil free throwing If only you know how I sold weed and opium wrote it in poems to openly show them Take a walk wit me on the wild side down my side Nigga we outside uhhh Have a talk wit the goons grinding moonlight Where the wolves howl like Uhhh Sleeper hold flow double dose ketamine spiked Show up to the shindig late in never seen Nikes Peoples champ camp crystal stamp on the diesel grams Got them waiting on me all my dope fiend's like the Beatles fans