Car Conversations

Niggas selling stories, lemme see some proof
Tell yourself the truth, my nigga who are you
I was drinking off the pills, like I have no roof
Sipping juice, word to wayup I was flipping fruit
Hanging with my niggas like we off the noose
Stuck, rope tightening, tryna shake it loose
Statistics say we'll probably end up on the news
But If they control our faith then we just pray to lose
Bathing in them sins, I can't just make amends
Blood behind this shit, so it can't never end
Blood all in my eyes, I'm smoking out the pound
Knew it was time to kick the cup, the mud gon' slow me down
Creepy, that's why I don't really be with niggas
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Since I don't wanna join you, gotta beat you niggas
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I went Vegan pussy, I can't even beef with niggas
Ran up a check and now my chicks all need a visa with em
Rising like the tide, boy them prices floating
But they always pay the ticket cause they know it's potent
My eyes sitting low, strap fully loaded
If niggas think that I won't blow it, they don't never show it
Niggas hoping, that I blow it, but I always show up
Put the city on my back feel like I gotta tow it
All this water, paved the way, I'm starting to feel like Moses
Tampa Mr. Anderson they know a nigga chosen.

In the car we having conversations
Gas in rotation, tryna keep my mind from racing
The question is where you gon' take it, it's no limitations
This shit a marathon, you gotta pace it
Now watch the demonstration
In the car we having conversations
Dropping knowledge, sharing information
Working out how to get paid and change our situation
Like a doctor with this patience but I'm sick of waiting
It's time for operation

Smoking out the pound rolling 3.5's
Fuck with me and mine and you can meet your god
Get on stage and vibe, know my shit gon' slide
Niggas left me in the blind I ain't see the signs
This life shit been like the bookie, tryna beat the odds
And nowadays you gotta book me just to see me shine
Car Conversations, politicing with your day 1's
Ain't no beef inside the clique
But we all A1
Took a couple losses, said this year I wasn't gon' take none
Say I couldn't ball, I proved em wrong, I feel like Draymond
Small but I can play my position
And I'm gon' go and get that bag whichever way that it's hitting
Shit don't make me no difference
Nigga raised in them trenches
Watched my momma whipping chickens, fell in love with that kitchen
On God

In the car we having conversations
Gas in rotation, tryna keep my mind from racing
The question is where you gon' take it, it's no limitations
This shit a marathon, you gotta pace it
Now watch the demonstration
In the car we having conversations
Dropping knowledge, sharing information
Working out how to get paid and change our situation
Like a doctor with this patience but I'm sick of waiting
It's time for operation



Credits
Writer(s): Cory Weckerle
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