Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars
I feel like i got fifty cars
I hated, some ritalin, some white socks
Sell a dub mix some drugs
Good kids make bad grown ups
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars
I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
I be murdering bars
Left chicago with good money for 5 drops
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
Hoes show me love, niggas give me props
No money, power, or drugs,
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
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