Livin the fast life, in fast cars
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
I feel like i got fifty cars
Watching for hollow-tip shots
Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
Run through the forest, run away from the cars,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,
Secrets r hidden within the clouds
Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house
I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box
And it is to drive in all these fancy cars
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