VII

This that feel good music volume two pop a valium to it
Or whatever that gets you up in your moment
Like a kodak picture me rolling
Four seater v6 engine roaring my passenger is foreign
Hitting corners like Jeff Gordon
Its us against the world living la Vida Loco
Just me and my girl the new age Bonnie and Clyde
Behind tints where we lie ducked low but sitting high

On my high horse switching lanes
The course remains the same
One-way you know the name
Just got a couple more dollars
More money more fucking problems
More broads that suck and swallow
The power of fucking dollars
Money taller like Iguodala no I'm far from a scholar
Went from drop out to drop tops
Moms crib to my own shit
Got tired of fucking your broad so
I went and got my own
Now you can never call me selfish
She obsessed with Michael Kors and
Christian Dior's
But she ain't materialistic just takes whatever given
Just thankful just to be living
Its loyalty over royalty
100 over forgery

I'm dappered down in the latest my swag on aviation
Blame it on paper chasing
I'm steadily elevating like escalators I'm going up
Forward progress killing verses like Jason
Voorhees Voorhees boy you swimming in the wrong lake
One-way carnivores tell my niggas all aboard
Tell them haters walk the plank
Concrete shows watch them sank
No demon but far from saint
Say your prayers amazing grace
Voorhees Voorhees boy you swimming in the wrong lake
One-way carnivores tell my niggas all aboard
Tell them haters walk the plank
Concrete shows watch them sank
No demon but far from saint
Say your prayers amazing grace



Credits
Writer(s): Chay Gordon
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