Beat

Riding through the city where the town has fifty

i hold them up like the 50's Riding in my whip

delivering cocaine because i'm sick as a jail cell

i'm ill in the head zone i might get head from your own mom

get your girl over comeon fuck you care about i'm the wrong right of dawn

make your sun lose its face on the earth that's off the world the whole place

i make music with full bass blue vases you go no clue tie your laces

double knot them if your paranoid or if you want to run faster

still stunting like a mobster I got the top of the Chop like El chapo

i'm worth 13 million got so much money i can burry a president

now don't get worried where we come from will get your attention

i like to slip knots break walls slice up your body if your talking

starting with the tongue yes we all creep the valley blessed

i sleek skilled motherfucking 10 i keep boxing like a rubix cube

because theres a rap on every bar that has a need for improvement

you see how can there be a facet of rap that can cause it to havoc

and drop on the floor and lose out of control i'm stunting in alamo

still bumping my last hydro i don't give a fuck but i go up in flame

relax we cross that bridge when we get there nobody to blame

we off the freeway lane