Slept to Death
Statik Selektah
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
We up, we jets, stay baked and fresh
Look at how I step out these Air Max blending with my sweats
Live like 95 TV in the Pathfinder, watch New Jersey drive
Thinking about a heist thinking about my life, getting high
This shit nice, I can't lie
But it came from a grind, this wan't overnight
This was over an extended period of time
They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks
I expanded on my house, purchased some more drugs
Legal hustle Andretti OG the cash crop
Throat the smoke in the spot
Come and see us, we out, I need you to spot
Low rider low top, three wheel up the block
Throw up a jet life, a peace sign and then an east side
Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off
And say me name three times and I appear through the smoke
Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan
Skyline, we often missed the child crazy high
Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic
Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting
Baby I'm a hundred everywhere your dude be lacking
Every time you see me, you witnessing magic happen
Sycamore dies, my wallet perfectly matching my Phantom
Yeah, ayy
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets
Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the jets
Cause he don't be impressed, he was always thinking next
Low riders, that Spitta style I need more exotic
You make foes when you hold profit
You make business and you make millions
You lose money when you chase women
And I ain't tripping long as fam eat like Thanksgiving
Ain't willing to let up the motor
My moms said it'll move slower but that ain't gon' hold us over
Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I'm rocking polar
She know where I'm from, ain't no way I'm getting colder
Keep the car running homie if you pulled us over
I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the coroner
One minute you here, the next day you a goner
So I'ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain't sober
Real life
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
We up, we jets, stay baked and fresh
Look at how I step out these Air Max blending with my sweats
Live like 95 TV in the Pathfinder, watch New Jersey drive
Thinking about a heist thinking about my life, getting high
This shit nice, I can't lie
But it came from a grind, this wan't overnight
This was over an extended period of time
They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks
I expanded on my house, purchased some more drugs
Legal hustle Andretti OG the cash crop
Throat the smoke in the spot
Come and see us, we out, I need you to spot
Low rider low top, three wheel up the block
Throw up a jet life, a peace sign and then an east side
Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off
And say me name three times and I appear through the smoke
Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan
Skyline, we often missed the child crazy high
Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic
Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting
Baby I'm a hundred everywhere your dude be lacking
Every time you see me, you witnessing magic happen
Sycamore dies, my wallet perfectly matching my Phantom
Yeah, ayy
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets
Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the jets
Cause he don't be impressed, he was always thinking next
Low riders, that Spitta style I need more exotic
You make foes when you hold profit
You make business and you make millions
You lose money when you chase women
And I ain't tripping long as fam eat like Thanksgiving
Ain't willing to let up the motor
My moms said it'll move slower but that ain't gon' hold us over
Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I'm rocking polar
She know where I'm from, ain't no way I'm getting colder
Keep the car running homie if you pulled us over
I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the coroner
One minute you here, the next day you a goner
So I'ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain't sober
Real life
Credits
Writer(s): Shante Franklin, Patrick Baril, Stephen Goss, Utril Rhaburn
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