Torpedo Cigars
Don't let their fears mislead you Nothing but money is evil
Poverty got us corrupted smothered struggle to breathe through
The pipe the straw the needle The bottle'll drown your dreams too
Addiction is keeping you stagnant A magnet for despondent people
Wait where's my pompous equal?
I like my women boastful
A boat full I'm supposed to
Well don't you?
Yeah jailbroken Roku's keep us up all night
Watching spinoffs of our favorite show while she wear that shit I like
And shit I might Put a baby in her hide her from the summer
Just to spite the ones who want her
It's the heights all the delights of life the lights and gripes we hover over
Ice and pricey heels
But hitting models without tricking It's what I call a righteous kill
Let's be real I love this life We're beating the odds
It freaks the cars torpedo cigars
The sounds of wine glasses clashing
Laughing passing time these passions of mine
Wish I could show the dead homies all these new Naomi's
Younger Nia Longs with pussy they'd be the bomb
Bomb boom She's Saddam
But he's the don So bring it on
It's El Padrino took trips with kilos
Put chicks on speed boats Took sips of vino
Bought quick whips that go 60 from zero
In a split second how could you not respect it
Time's ticking but my tribe's winning So nigga I ain't tripping
Try clicking Shooters I position do the crimes different
Ice picking knees for information that Piques my interest
My goodness why could this not be fixed before I put this
Plan in motion lay the murder game down
Your life gone and hand it over ran your soldiers out of town
Been told them they were out of bounds
How'd that sound?
Me letting you play me
When I'm the one who made it happen
Me letting you say we
Its Rain Tell me if I'm insane
I'm sitting here counting this blood money and I still don't care about fame
See we hustled just for the exercise
Had to pick a side of the game
And work just to stay alive Rather than to curl up and die in vain
The same rules apply. That old feeling
This for my young niggas that came up from blow dealing
Get it how you know but know there's no ceiling
Any occupation you pick you could grow in it
That's why we love this life We're beating the odds
The freaks the cars Torpedo cigars
The sounds of wine glasses crashing Laughing while passing the time
These passions of mine
Poverty got us corrupted smothered struggle to breathe through
The pipe the straw the needle The bottle'll drown your dreams too
Addiction is keeping you stagnant A magnet for despondent people
Wait where's my pompous equal?
I like my women boastful
A boat full I'm supposed to
Well don't you?
Yeah jailbroken Roku's keep us up all night
Watching spinoffs of our favorite show while she wear that shit I like
And shit I might Put a baby in her hide her from the summer
Just to spite the ones who want her
It's the heights all the delights of life the lights and gripes we hover over
Ice and pricey heels
But hitting models without tricking It's what I call a righteous kill
Let's be real I love this life We're beating the odds
It freaks the cars torpedo cigars
The sounds of wine glasses clashing
Laughing passing time these passions of mine
Wish I could show the dead homies all these new Naomi's
Younger Nia Longs with pussy they'd be the bomb
Bomb boom She's Saddam
But he's the don So bring it on
It's El Padrino took trips with kilos
Put chicks on speed boats Took sips of vino
Bought quick whips that go 60 from zero
In a split second how could you not respect it
Time's ticking but my tribe's winning So nigga I ain't tripping
Try clicking Shooters I position do the crimes different
Ice picking knees for information that Piques my interest
My goodness why could this not be fixed before I put this
Plan in motion lay the murder game down
Your life gone and hand it over ran your soldiers out of town
Been told them they were out of bounds
How'd that sound?
Me letting you play me
When I'm the one who made it happen
Me letting you say we
Its Rain Tell me if I'm insane
I'm sitting here counting this blood money and I still don't care about fame
See we hustled just for the exercise
Had to pick a side of the game
And work just to stay alive Rather than to curl up and die in vain
The same rules apply. That old feeling
This for my young niggas that came up from blow dealing
Get it how you know but know there's no ceiling
Any occupation you pick you could grow in it
That's why we love this life We're beating the odds
The freaks the cars Torpedo cigars
The sounds of wine glasses crashing Laughing while passing the time
These passions of mine
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Writer(s): Randy Watford
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