歌词
I was riding round with 'Jay, 22 off in the Camry
Seen the sideline trap
Jimmy Butler in Miami
Had the Heat, no Folgers
Baby mama tried to jam me in that gray Charger
Sliding down Collins, no camera, I'm a boss
Gone head throw me on the cross
If you cut me wide open, see the wine coming out
Finna cop land out in Cali for the summer house
17 shots in the 40, never running out
Sideline catch, never running out of bounds
Black Donna Karen bags, running out of town
Clock tryna catch us tryna take it to the house
Checkered flag flying when we pull up at the In-and-Out
Dusty rhodes on the road to some musty ones
Old money under mattress with the rusty guns
Either way, we on the way, Ferrari Maranello
Whips like Jigga man
But the Monche stay Pharaoh
Not a plane
But it IS if you getting dough
Peeped game, still fly when I'm sitting low
I been jumping out whatever, think it's still a joke?
I'll be laughing at your grave nigga, getting dough
Lately Im a ghost
Young nigga with the bones hoes digging for
In the city of the wind where I'm getting blown
Flags on the foreign whips, getting gone
Talking shit while you sit at home
Cold outside, it was cold out there
In a room with a heater you was always there
Thru the ups and the downs when we both still cared
But the last time we talked it was empty air
And it didn't quite feel like it used to
And I didn't quite feel like I used to
I just wanna keep it real like we used to
I just wanna keep it real like we used to
Rest in peace Yams
Paper coming A$AP
Rest in peace Nip
Keep that thing on my lap
Started over for a Rover
Riding on a track
Run it back for some closure
Power in my back DC, but I'm never with the cap
DC power, but I'm never with the Cap
My composure
Cool like a cucumber
Hot like two summers
Last summer listening to Summer run a marathon
Barrel on the hip while we barrel on
Busting down every door closed down in Babylon
Baby daughter on my hip
Barrel on my hip while we barrel on