Stolen
Two sides to the story
But you only heard one
Pops never made it out
He died for this shit
I'm the son of a gun
He was living on the run
Yeah we hid him on the lam
His son finna be the goat
He's giving me hope
From a heavenly stance
She rollin' heavy on the bed rocks
Blowin' sevens on my dice (Ooooh)
Put the pressure on your head tops
Young Pesci wit the vice (Ooooh)
Lookin' through family pictures
Swear its the happiest Christmas
Then you see the fences in the back
We was visiting santa in prison
The realest ones I know are lingering ghosts
Tears on the page 'cause your name what I wrote
Sick of these youngins they claiming the most
They wasn't around when we banged on the door
Yeah you bad for the business
They tryna dampen my visions
You fuckin' around I'm snuffin' a clown
That is what you 'bout to witness
(Hey)
Never thought I'd be here when I grow up
(Hey)
That's why I'm ridin' till it's over
(Hey)
They never thought they'd see me in a rover
(Hey)
So I'ma drive like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Stolen like your flow is homie
You sound like the other hundred
That done stole it from me
My shine is too amped
Buncha flies on a lamp
Get too close you might get "blamm'd"
The things I do just for inspiration
Never got no fuckin' empty pages
Swear I'm up to no good
Move back to the hood just to prove I can take it
Your mans are just movin' so waste
I told you that this ain't the place
Acting like rats in a maze
Just get up your paper or get out the way
Her parents are gone for the week days
Shorty said she gotta free base
Like a fiend say, baby tease me
She a good sport like EA
Said her ex was a cheapskate
So I let her open my briefcase, oh for Pete sake
Start a clean slate wit the young god
Lick the plate clean like a slum dog
Don't get it twisted like Lombard
I'm coming for blood when the suns gone
Yeah you bad for the business
They tryna dampen my visions
You fuckin' around I'm snuffin' a clown
That is what you 'bout to witness
(Hey)
Never thought I'd be here when I grow up
(Hey)
That's why I'm ridin' till it's over
(Hey)
They never thought they'd see me in a rover
(Hey)
So I'ma drive like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
But you only heard one
Pops never made it out
He died for this shit
I'm the son of a gun
He was living on the run
Yeah we hid him on the lam
His son finna be the goat
He's giving me hope
From a heavenly stance
She rollin' heavy on the bed rocks
Blowin' sevens on my dice (Ooooh)
Put the pressure on your head tops
Young Pesci wit the vice (Ooooh)
Lookin' through family pictures
Swear its the happiest Christmas
Then you see the fences in the back
We was visiting santa in prison
The realest ones I know are lingering ghosts
Tears on the page 'cause your name what I wrote
Sick of these youngins they claiming the most
They wasn't around when we banged on the door
Yeah you bad for the business
They tryna dampen my visions
You fuckin' around I'm snuffin' a clown
That is what you 'bout to witness
(Hey)
Never thought I'd be here when I grow up
(Hey)
That's why I'm ridin' till it's over
(Hey)
They never thought they'd see me in a rover
(Hey)
So I'ma drive like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Stolen like your flow is homie
You sound like the other hundred
That done stole it from me
My shine is too amped
Buncha flies on a lamp
Get too close you might get "blamm'd"
The things I do just for inspiration
Never got no fuckin' empty pages
Swear I'm up to no good
Move back to the hood just to prove I can take it
Your mans are just movin' so waste
I told you that this ain't the place
Acting like rats in a maze
Just get up your paper or get out the way
Her parents are gone for the week days
Shorty said she gotta free base
Like a fiend say, baby tease me
She a good sport like EA
Said her ex was a cheapskate
So I let her open my briefcase, oh for Pete sake
Start a clean slate wit the young god
Lick the plate clean like a slum dog
Don't get it twisted like Lombard
I'm coming for blood when the suns gone
Yeah you bad for the business
They tryna dampen my visions
You fuckin' around I'm snuffin' a clown
That is what you 'bout to witness
(Hey)
Never thought I'd be here when I grow up
(Hey)
That's why I'm ridin' till it's over
(Hey)
They never thought they'd see me in a rover
(Hey)
So I'ma drive like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Fuck your bitch like it's stolen
Take the whip like it's stolen
Credits
Writer(s): Dayne Hunt
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