Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars
I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots
That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
That going through some things
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
You pull up in parking lots
Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns
My city's culture to the game now in existence
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
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