He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane
Run away from the cars...
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
While in the distance i hear passing cars
Heard the sound of several gun shots
White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,
Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams
You aint driving a benz
It's time for some change to commence
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.
I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,
Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever
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