Range Truck
I'm on the wave like a coast guard, James with the dope bars
Bitches love it when they see us out, we are those stars
You beg for support, I'm bred from New York
Rap's a competitive sport, leave you dead on the court
And I'm trynna stay ahead of my goals, deadin' my foes
Cause whenever when you wolfin' it out, shepherd will show
On my toes staying clever and bold, never will fold
And rock out with the Dame even better than Hov
A local nigga but I'm better than most
I got the heady at the telly, shot her dead in her throat
I'm in my 20s chasing money, spittin' veteran quotes
There ain't no stickin' what I'm wishing leave you dead in a mote
We're gettin' bread on the coast, then we fly to west
High as jet, in my zone, vibes are the best
You could catch me in some nice shades, working for real
In the house like a light slave, you working the field
While I'm with a foreign broad, nice ass and clear features
Only Sicilian you seen was square pizzas
Cause you got suspect vibes and scared divas
While my soul's one of a kind like rare sneakers
Like it's a whole other world out here
Like it's a whole other girl out here
The local hoes make me hurl out here
So we should changed up, broke without a changed cup
Riding in a range, said a nigga really came up
I meant changed up, see me in a range truck...
Came up... Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches love it when they see us out, we are those stars
You beg for support, I'm bred from New York
Rap's a competitive sport, leave you dead on the court
And I'm trynna stay ahead of my goals, deadin' my foes
Cause whenever when you wolfin' it out, shepherd will show
On my toes staying clever and bold, never will fold
And rock out with the Dame even better than Hov
A local nigga but I'm better than most
I got the heady at the telly, shot her dead in her throat
I'm in my 20s chasing money, spittin' veteran quotes
There ain't no stickin' what I'm wishing leave you dead in a mote
We're gettin' bread on the coast, then we fly to west
High as jet, in my zone, vibes are the best
You could catch me in some nice shades, working for real
In the house like a light slave, you working the field
While I'm with a foreign broad, nice ass and clear features
Only Sicilian you seen was square pizzas
Cause you got suspect vibes and scared divas
While my soul's one of a kind like rare sneakers
Like it's a whole other world out here
Like it's a whole other girl out here
The local hoes make me hurl out here
So we should changed up, broke without a changed cup
Riding in a range, said a nigga really came up
I meant changed up, see me in a range truck...
Came up... Yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Daryl James, Jamal James, Michael Thomas Jr
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