CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : MOTORCADE - f r e e s t y l e
A pimp gon' pimp with his eyes closed
Hands tied behind his back
Mouth shut, underwater, wearing cement shoes
With no sucker repellent or a map
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, uh, look
Pomona n***a, b*t*h, make room for the North
They killed my brother 2010, I still battle remorse
Stuck in-between breaking a cycle and becoming a curse
b*t*h I done seen so many thousands that these prayers do work
I used to work a check-to-check now I got leverage 'cause the blue check
This right [?] she gon' lick it with a handful
Got a handful of problems but I just pass it on to God
I just left the South, my mama stressed, she need a decent job
Jumpin' out of SUV's with Chubbs, Aubrey and Big Juice
Motorcade with rich n***as, you wouldn't believe without the proof
I threw the pic up on the 'Gram now all the b*t*hes cuttin' loose
When you left me hangin' like a noose but b*t*h I stuck to my roots like I'm Kunta, uh
Ayy, chop my ankle if I stop, ho
I put a billboard in my hood they said Jah' on
These last minute flights be f**kin' up my time zone
I told yo b*t*h ride my face 'cause my mind gone
Diamond cut grill just to celebrate a bit
A million streams in about a week, I mean I'm sorta kinda legit
Threw the corpse inside the trunk, saran wrap it like a prick
Chuck the body in the ditch like lil' bro didn't even exist, uh
You ho n***as politicin', what's the program?
If I can't beat, b*t*h, don't add me to your close friends
I'm closed out, in album mode, they watch me slow dance
stank I started smokin' (Ah-ha)
Trill, grippin' the wheel like I'm Pimp C, b*t*h miss me
With all that bullsh*t that you talkin', is you tipsy?
RIP X, blocked the number of my ex
Tryna stay righteous, I'm at war with my flesh, uh
And I'ma float like a Goodyear blimp
When I slide, I'ma slide, I'm out the mud with the sh*t
Dodgin' banana peels, you Diddy Kong, clumsy as sh*t
Like I'm Ramadan [?] we don't f**k with the pigs, n***a
Hands tied behind his back
Mouth shut, underwater, wearing cement shoes
With no sucker repellent or a map
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, uh, look
Pomona n***a, b*t*h, make room for the North
They killed my brother 2010, I still battle remorse
Stuck in-between breaking a cycle and becoming a curse
b*t*h I done seen so many thousands that these prayers do work
I used to work a check-to-check now I got leverage 'cause the blue check
This right [?] she gon' lick it with a handful
Got a handful of problems but I just pass it on to God
I just left the South, my mama stressed, she need a decent job
Jumpin' out of SUV's with Chubbs, Aubrey and Big Juice
Motorcade with rich n***as, you wouldn't believe without the proof
I threw the pic up on the 'Gram now all the b*t*hes cuttin' loose
When you left me hangin' like a noose but b*t*h I stuck to my roots like I'm Kunta, uh
Ayy, chop my ankle if I stop, ho
I put a billboard in my hood they said Jah' on
These last minute flights be f**kin' up my time zone
I told yo b*t*h ride my face 'cause my mind gone
Diamond cut grill just to celebrate a bit
A million streams in about a week, I mean I'm sorta kinda legit
Threw the corpse inside the trunk, saran wrap it like a prick
Chuck the body in the ditch like lil' bro didn't even exist, uh
You ho n***as politicin', what's the program?
If I can't beat, b*t*h, don't add me to your close friends
I'm closed out, in album mode, they watch me slow dance
stank I started smokin' (Ah-ha)
Trill, grippin' the wheel like I'm Pimp C, b*t*h miss me
With all that bullsh*t that you talkin', is you tipsy?
RIP X, blocked the number of my ex
Tryna stay righteous, I'm at war with my flesh, uh
And I'ma float like a Goodyear blimp
When I slide, I'ma slide, I'm out the mud with the sh*t
Dodgin' banana peels, you Diddy Kong, clumsy as sh*t
Like I'm Ramadan [?] we don't f**k with the pigs, n***a
