Tekst piosenki
[verse 1]
All i do is fly birds niggas know that i does this
2 packs in the van call it poetic justice
I shot pies baby i don’t rob guys
Michael Corleones wardrobe cus’ i got mob ties
Breezing in the coupe shouting free my nigga snoop
If they ain’t selling 1 arda bud I’m leaning on them youts
Can’t party with out an iron
Can’t believe my nigga telling me walahi and hes lying
So much fiends on the line had to phone a helper
Had the alleyway looking like a homeless shelter
Came off probation started flying round the planet
You was standing in the bookies i was lying on a hammock
Ask about me i had stacks
Way before i made 50 bags off of snapbacks
I get my yayo from the source
It wasn’t no rental when i came through with the Porsche
[Chorus] Haile
You can’t blame me
I fell in love with the road
Got myself into this situation
You can’t blame me
With all this money on the road
How the fuck do you expect me to be this patient
You can’t blame me
A nigga just tryna get on his grind
No shine no sleep on my mind
Now you hate me
All it took was time had to build up my line
Now you mad that you ain’t me
[verse 2]
I used to be a DJ all i wanted to do was buy decks
Then i learnt to whip now i’m mixing in the Pyrex
I pray none of my bruddas is a Judas
Thought that guy was genuine but he was just another opportunist
Picture me going broke when kilo got a cunch spot
My nigga Elmo be making g’s off of 1 shot
My nigga Tyrells lines no where near average
Plus the nect drops me boxes call of duty care package
I’m not like them other niggas i got big dreams
The crops green with orange hairs looks like android 16
Try claim hes a boss
But i ain’t never see them guys brake people off
She mite look nice but i ain’t making her my wifey
I been running through them lightys
Since the motherfucking 90’s
Niggas heard nines went broke thats a myth
My new whip could’ve been in Tokyo Drift
[Chorus]
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