2min Drill

Catch me somewhere on the east side
Mobbin' with my niggaz
Morning train rides dreaming of the sweet life
I need higher figures
A wise man once told me I can fly
If I pull the trigger
Up on cold nights drinking warm champagne
Thinking of how it all could change
I need my top down, feet up
911, 2-seater
Me and my mamacita, mamacita, mamacita
Picture me, rollin' burnt out, all in
I got the Keyz to the game
I put that shit all on my name
I put that shit all on the truth
I lay it all down in the booth
No talking just plotting the moves
And let that shit do what it do
And don't you let it get confused
Don't forget I paid my dues
Tell the news tell the news
I'm running late it's overdue

Started from the dirt I had a lot of hurt
And felt a lot of pain for all it's worth
Sacrificed a lot of nights on dollar slices
Still ain't fill the appetite I heard
Echo in my dome when studio was home
I hid it from my girl and friends at work
Never let myself forget it
2 minutes left I gotta get it

I'm on a speeding bullet aimed right at my fears
Tainted shades on but the vision crystal clear
Been on this road for too long I ain't stopping here
2 minute drill
I got my back against the wall without a care
In the red zone with my shades on, vision clear
Been on this road for so long I ain't stopping here
2 minute drill