Babble

I ain't got a Bentley, but I got an Audi
It's 2007, but it's still an Audi
I've been trapping all my life, and I ain't got to lie
I caught rats, I caught squirrels, I caught porcupines

You smoke OG Kush? That's that weak shit
My homie sniffing hope, moving straight ice bricks
Say my name three times, now meet my reflection
I went to California, and made some connections

Straight dive for them bricks, that retrograde shit
Forgot about them back in 80s, but now it's time to flood streets
They promised us peace, but gave us bullshit
My mind is a weapon, never confuse it

Subliminal verses, write music in cursive
Yeezy went nuts, but he inspired me perfect
I hope I'm successful, no more being bashful
She whispered she loves me, I said I don't trust her

My style's unique, my paper legit
I never gave up, I'm too ill with these flips
My mind's on drugs, my heart's full of love
Whatever God gives, I'll take that and above

Can't purchase a dream, so I had to stay focused
I painted up a dream, every color was worth it
Every hue is unique, human being are sick
No time to play games, now bitch get the fuck off my dick

This life is a gift, my music can life
It's a beautiful sight, was inspired by Clipse
Virginia's for hustlers, of course you can trust us
We'll smile your ass to death, then take away you damn cash

I've been waiting to speak, I've been holding them bricks
Wishing you were me while crying your ass back to sleep
I studied their moves, I learned all their plays
Micaville's so rookie, I checkmate everyday

That's right
It never stops
You know what I grew up on?
Cash Money
Big Tyming
The Tank
Def Jam
The rise of Atlantic
I grew on the real
They got bunch of
FAKE Gs



Credits
Writer(s): Guram Dzhulakidze
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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