PENTHOUSE VIEWS

Whoop, whoop
Whoop, whoop
Yeah

Going outta body motor crossing in space
Hugging the block bench pressing weight
Water whipping then we stuffing the safe
The latter with me like a fire escape
I came from nothing now my pocket in shape
Run up on me leave you dead on your face
I go magilla and I'm bathing in ape
Leave 'em red like a brake light

An' known from the bricks like I'm frank white
'Cause it can go down like I heights
All my chain is smothered in frostbite
Sold nicks nigga since a jit bitch
I been hot like lit bic
My money talks and chop spit
I stay grinding like a kick flip
Yeah

Found out I'm immune
And y'all allergic to the pressure
December in the summer
Mr. winter froze my neck
Flyest niggas walking
We was born without the feathers
Made it out the dirty
The grim reaper wouldn't test us

Yeah
I had to fall on my face
I had to learn it just me in the race
Stay keep flexing niggas distributing hate
Enduring the vision and keeping the faith
They staging the real and praising the fake
I eat with the wolves
They dine with snakes
I work on my block
Making the play, yeah, yeah

My word is gold
My neck on Mr. Freeze
My pockets flood with the veleda cheese
Never tricking with bitch on my sleeve
They hate and envy when taking the lead
No gunna verse when I'm pushing the P's
BBZ we the knew killer bees
Gift wrap a brick no Christmas Eve
Yeah

Found out I'm immune
And y'all allergic to the pressure
December in the summer
Mr. winter froze my neck
Flyest niggas walking
We was born without the feathers
Made it out the dirty
The grim reaper wouldn't test us



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Writer(s): Kris Thompson
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