Garlic and Oil Meyhem Lauren (Ft. Action Bronson)

[Part I]

[Intro: Sample]
"Tomorrow never comes until it's too late"

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Jump out of the sunroof of the 540i, shorty grind on me
She tried to get me for my shine, put the nine on me
Fuck, Devil's design shootin' blind for me
I won the belt like seven times, couple dimes on me
I snap my fingers—there's a cheese plate
The joint bigger than a deer's leg
You can catch me squattin' beer kegs, carryin' rock
Not in the sock no more, we on a yacht
Stop—pop a U-ey
Rivals, I chopped them in chop suey
Throw 'em in the front trunk
Target 86 royal blue with the lip
Thick like the one's for suckin' dick
You'll get lifted like my son when I see him
I can't wait till he driving something European
Leather smell like tea tree oil in the Z-3
A lot of people wanna be me
Uh

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo, flow in the coupe and move godly
Hit 'em with the bag of that robby
If they won't give you honesty, they ain't giving you loyalty
My rep is made of gold, ain't no bullshit destroying me
Shit, I been that guy
Gold chains, gold frame, son, I've been that fly
I got pierogis that'll break curfew to break a nigga face
Shoot you with your gun, take the hammer off a nigga waist
I'm off the scene, I'm seen when I'm supposed to be
Never let the money escape; I keep it close to me
I keep my bank accounts full and my nuts empty
Low hangin' fruit taste good, sometimes these sluts temp me
Then they cause problems, then they start shit
Then I think to myself, 'Why'd I think with my dick?'
It's the black Batman, Bruce Wayne who sell 'caine
Hundred push-ups a clip, I stay sober
If niggas wanna put up they hands, it's game over
Laurenovich
"Tomorrow never comes until it's too late"