[Intro]
Across the Tracks
Where we at?
What else? (Choo, choo)
Yeah
227
(Conductor Beats)
ConCreatures
Yeah
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Trainwreck, pale face with the plain set, Day and Date but the bezel fluid
My bitch hit my line, bitches all in the background of the stu', I don't ever mute it
Told Wop, I think I'm finna close shop, in this street shit I'm heavy-rooted
This that stove god sweating over the stove top, blue flame under the kettle music
Back when four hours was a long flight, took a cold shower, it was no lights
All them long hours and them cold nights got my wrist flickin' like a strobe light
Nigga couldn't even get the wheels started, paint his frame, I'm a real artist
All my life, I've been a drill sergeant, tryna oversaturate the pill market
Caught a 630, Auntie Nadine's, like I'm Big Percy selling ice cream
Like a McFlurry and some pralines, know my whip dirty but the plates clean (Ayy)
Only reason I trap because the only thing promised to me was the state bing
Hatin' on me, you need to relax, only reason I rap 'cause I can't sing (Haha)
Just ranned off with an eighteen, heard he put that money on my head like a Begin
My bitch hate that I'm too nonchalant, brand new Saint Laurent, came from selling fake jeans
In the trenches, I'm waist-deep, fully AP, switcheroo on my belt buckle
Thirty-clip in my new nine, used it a few times, it left a bruise on my left knuckle
Let's get it
Across the Tracks
Where we at?
What else? (Choo, choo)
Yeah
227
(Conductor Beats)
ConCreatures
Yeah
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Trainwreck, pale face with the plain set, Day and Date but the bezel fluid
My bitch hit my line, bitches all in the background of the stu', I don't ever mute it
Told Wop, I think I'm finna close shop, in this street shit I'm heavy-rooted
This that stove god sweating over the stove top, blue flame under the kettle music
Back when four hours was a long flight, took a cold shower, it was no lights
All them long hours and them cold nights got my wrist flickin' like a strobe light
Nigga couldn't even get the wheels started, paint his frame, I'm a real artist
All my life, I've been a drill sergeant, tryna oversaturate the pill market
Caught a 630, Auntie Nadine's, like I'm Big Percy selling ice cream
Like a McFlurry and some pralines, know my whip dirty but the plates clean (Ayy)
Only reason I trap because the only thing promised to me was the state bing
Hatin' on me, you need to relax, only reason I rap 'cause I can't sing (Haha)
Just ranned off with an eighteen, heard he put that money on my head like a Begin
My bitch hate that I'm too nonchalant, brand new Saint Laurent, came from selling fake jeans
In the trenches, I'm waist-deep, fully AP, switcheroo on my belt buckle
Thirty-clip in my new nine, used it a few times, it left a bruise on my left knuckle
Let's get it
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