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SILVERCREST (feat. 3 & D)
by fxirchld & Scott Miller
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Got my, left wrist on froze, right wrist on froze
Throwin' tantrums like a baby every time doors close
I'm a keep it one hundred no pictures round my foes
'Cause if they in that crew, then they prolly hoes
But you know how it goes, I need my neck bright
Ain't gone need no sentiment or dollars spent to feel right
It's aight, it's a movie bunch of good fellas
March around with a two-piece suit lookin' tight
Three, four, we ain't poor
Give it out real cheap like we runnin' thrift store
Or, five, six, countin' sticks
Keep my Ricks up with my Owens, 'cause my cats know I'm sick (of course)
Seven, eight, count your weight
Make sure that what you pushing ain't what a few dollars make
Because by nine, ten, I'll be at the other window
Wired like a circuit board, where's the hottest gringo
Will you take me away (take me away)
So many hoes, designer clothes, consume my drink (consume my day)
Here's to Silvercrest Way, got plenty flows
Designer clothes, still gone be okay (gone be okay)
SC way, got it supercharged bae
Roll another one got a supercharged J
Flyin' far away, fine dinin' on the plane
Special briefcase, overhead luggage
Expensive weed flakes all up in my clothes, but fuck it
First class budget, busy bunch of wallets stuff in
Take it out for lunch, hundreds up in bunches
Break the bank and put it in some crutches
Silvercrest Way, Muscatine in front of it
Five double two four zero, I-eighty on some other shit
In a nineteen ninety-three and out the window hangs a flooded wrist
On some other shit
Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah, that's any minute, yeah, that's any minute
I-80 killin' on the beats with precision
Leave them wanting more know they always itchin'
Dropped a couple albums go and give a them a listen
I-eighty in the kitchen
Will you take me away (take me away)
So many hoes, designer clothes, consume my drink (consume my day)
Here's to Silvercrest Way, got plenty flows
Designer clothes, still gone be okay (gone be okay)
Got my, left wrist on froze, right wrist on froze
Throwin' tantrums like a baby every time doors close
I'm a keep it one hundred no pictures round my foes
'Cause if they in that crew, then they prolly hoes
But you know how it goes, I need my neck bright
Ain't gone need no sentiment or dollars spent to feel right
It's aight, it's a movie bunch of good fellas
March around with a two-piece suit lookin' tight
Three, four, we ain't poor
Give it out real cheap like we runnin' thrift store
Or, five, six, countin' sticks
Keep my Ricks up with my Owens, 'cause my cats know I'm sick (of course)
Seven, eight, count your weight
Make sure that what you pushing ain't what a few dollars make
Because by nine, ten, I'll be at the other window
Wired like a circuit board, where's the hottest gringo
Will you take me away (take me away)
So many hoes, designer clothes, consume my drink (consume my day)
Here's to Silvercrest Way, got plenty flows
Designer clothes, still gone be okay (gone be okay)
SC way, got it supercharged bae
Roll another one got a supercharged J
Flyin' far away, fine dinin' on the plane
Special briefcase, overhead luggage
Expensive weed flakes all up in my clothes, but fuck it
First class budget, busy bunch of wallets stuff in
Take it out for lunch, hundreds up in bunches
Break the bank and put it in some crutches
Silvercrest Way, Muscatine in front of it
Five double two four zero, I-eighty on some other shit
In a nineteen ninety-three and out the window hangs a flooded wrist
On some other shit
Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah, that's any minute, yeah, that's any minute
I-80 killin' on the beats with precision
Leave them wanting more know they always itchin'
Dropped a couple albums go and give a them a listen
I-eighty in the kitchen
Will you take me away (take me away)
So many hoes, designer clothes, consume my drink (consume my day)
Here's to Silvercrest Way, got plenty flows
Designer clothes, still gone be okay (gone be okay)
