Pedal
Yeah I got my money up
Suckaz talking funny stuff
Some people used to roll wit me now they roll under us
Thunderous the bass turn ya ride into night club.
These rappers ain't got the same sentence get ya life up
Everybody got bars tho
Let you tell it
Ill murder any rapper let you mother fuckaz smell it
Ill roll a blunt and let ya baby mom inhale it
If it can make a dollar ima sell it
Posted with my weapon up
Bitches tried to set him up
I been ran the game they relay
And ain't no ketchin up
Learn it tho the lesson tuff
Burn a bridge and mess it up
Find a queen and dress her up
Now you really stepping up
Yeah I put my city on
Yeah I make my city crack
It's haters from your own city that'll say ya city whack
Everyday he in the zone
Working while he getting stoned
Stumbled out the bar alone
Wondering How im getting home
Yeah I blow the herbal down
Labbin out and making clouds
Turning up my music loud
Performing for the local crowds
Vibing out on Vicodin
Drinkin like its Ireland
Jazz and esoul inspire him
Passion from inside of him
Swaggin on some conscious tip
Trying to spit some honest shit
Smoking keep the bombest lit
You threat but never promise shit
Regrets I show respect and live
Forget the next to test ya will
It's hard to chase the status quo
So I just the play the stereo
Yeah i hold my city down
He rappin and produce the town
He trappin with the newest sound
But still it feel so underground
Everyday he in the zone
Working while he getting stoned
Stumbled out the bar alone wondering how I'm getting home
Suckaz talking funny stuff
Some people used to roll wit me now they roll under us
Thunderous the bass turn ya ride into night club.
These rappers ain't got the same sentence get ya life up
Everybody got bars tho
Let you tell it
Ill murder any rapper let you mother fuckaz smell it
Ill roll a blunt and let ya baby mom inhale it
If it can make a dollar ima sell it
Posted with my weapon up
Bitches tried to set him up
I been ran the game they relay
And ain't no ketchin up
Learn it tho the lesson tuff
Burn a bridge and mess it up
Find a queen and dress her up
Now you really stepping up
Yeah I put my city on
Yeah I make my city crack
It's haters from your own city that'll say ya city whack
Everyday he in the zone
Working while he getting stoned
Stumbled out the bar alone
Wondering How im getting home
Yeah I blow the herbal down
Labbin out and making clouds
Turning up my music loud
Performing for the local crowds
Vibing out on Vicodin
Drinkin like its Ireland
Jazz and esoul inspire him
Passion from inside of him
Swaggin on some conscious tip
Trying to spit some honest shit
Smoking keep the bombest lit
You threat but never promise shit
Regrets I show respect and live
Forget the next to test ya will
It's hard to chase the status quo
So I just the play the stereo
Yeah i hold my city down
He rappin and produce the town
He trappin with the newest sound
But still it feel so underground
Everyday he in the zone
Working while he getting stoned
Stumbled out the bar alone wondering how I'm getting home
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Writer(s): Livier Kirkland
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