REROUTE

Ray Charles pimpin'
I can't see none of you bitches
Play my tunes and handle business
In the blink of an eye
With the quickness
Life of the party
Where the drugs?
Those ya partna's?
Where the thugs?
In designer, tryna approach me for a dollar?
Y'all some bums
Don't need a clique to throw the 1s
Gryme get it jumping if you want
Damn, that boy gon' wish I used a gun
Took his life but where's the fun?
Counting all my fucking riches
In triplets of triple digits
Heaven scented women sinning
Leaving god the only witness
Til' my untimely demise
Grim doesn't bother to grimace
When you reach that point in life
You gon' crack & cry for forgiveness?
I've seen my god die
Drained of life
My eyes been dry for a minute
If you been thru it, you been knew that
We ain't fuckin wit none of the gimmicks
Spinning da rav4
Anywhere a mothafucka be
Word to pop, pop up like he Malvo
To be honest, I ain't fucking with ya bro
Seen ya colors, you a fucking clown yo
Say less, you ain't hanging 'round no more
Killaz pull strings wit the drum, no banjo
You think it's that new shit?
It's getting pretty old
Chain snatched, yank that shit back like a yo-yo
Kimora kimono, Yoko Ono yellow bone
Playin' wit da pussy
Shawty tryna frisk me
Out Gosha Rubchinskiy
B.B around Amiri's
Overcast in the A.M
My memory blurry
Twist a russian cream
And I start the day clearly
The pistol the chauffer when it's off the holster
I'm lying, I'm flying
Ain't riding, then reroute
Truth be told, you dying
It's blood in, blood out
Should've said you ain't in all dat
Now you can't get the fuck out

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Writer(s): Lothar Huckaby
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