Ashy

Right (Hands up my nigga hands up)
Right
Yeah
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Check it

I used to wanna drive my grandpas Caddy
He wouldn't give me keys
I wished that he could teach me how to drive on his knees

But I ain't have no father in my life oh no
So every-time I hit yo phone I hit the dial tone
Been alone my soul ya never know on this road
Ya pay your toll and you'll spill out Gold you'll tarnish oh no
If you don't buff it out on that scene and keep it clean and sharp
Then you a mark you ain't a G On spot and you is in the dock
I'm trying to catch my cadence if you don't get the rep
They take my breath and kill all my steps with every move that's met
So if I align up to the Sky will I just die
Will you take my love to the clouds without a sound

I used to wanna drive my grandpas Caddy
He wouldn't give me keys
I wished that he could teach me how to drive on his knees

But we losing time right now
To too much talking
And we losing mind right now
Not enough walking
So what you in the move for man
What you on the grind for baby
Say you want the paper yeah
Say you out paper chasing
Say you up on the grind
Say your mind hella racing
But I don't see no money
So what the fuck you all faking

I used to wanna drive
Down the boulevard
With the suicides wide open like
Who they are
You looking at the kid
Oh shit that boy is not a star
So we don't go Rolling Stones
We just go shatter bones

I used to wanna drive
I used to wanna drive
I used to wanna drive

We was Ashy trapped in classy
We was Ashy trapped in classy
We was Ashy trapped in classy
So sorry if I act brashly
We was Ashy trapped in classy
We was Ashy trapped in classy
We was Ashy trapped in classy
So sorry if I act so brashly

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Yeah