All I do is fly birds niggas know that I does this
Two packs in the van call it Poetic Justice
I shot pies, baby I don't rob guys
Michael Corleone's wardrobe cause I got mob ties
Breezing in the coupe, screaming free my nigga snoop
If they ain't selling one arda bud, I'm leaning on them yutes, pussy
I can't party without an iron
Can't believe my nigga telling me wallahi and he's lying
So much fiends on a line, had to phone a helper
Had the alleyway looking like a homeless shelter
Came off probation, started flying 'round the planet
You were stylin' 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
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 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 do is time just to bill up my line
Now you mad that you ain't me
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 brudda's 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 Helmo be making G's just off one shot
My nigga Tyrell's line's nowhere near average
Plus the 'nect drops me boxes, Call of Duty care package
I ain't like them other niggas I got big dreams
The crop's green with orange hair look like android 16
Uh, try claim he's a boss
But I don't ever see them guys break people off
She might look nice but I ain't making her my wifey
I've been running through them lighties since the motherfucking 90's
You niggas heard Nines went broke, that's a myth
My new whip could've been in Tokyo drift
You can't blame me
You can't blame me
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 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 do is time just to bill up my line
Now you mad that you ain't me
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