[Chorus: Billy Woods]
Planes, trains, rented automobiles
Weigh stations, island on eighteen wheels
Butt deep pulls weed patient
Wind cut like steel
Man, we been everywhere
In the streets, stayed real
Stayed real
[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Paranoid posted at the windows, blinds closed
Peeking out watching every car that goes by
Passing asking is this my chariot, swinging low
Coming forth to carry me home
Nary those thoughts go for
My brain chasing to the frontal lobe
Hunkered down inside the safest zone houses
Different city, same old Faustian loggers made
Praying for days, big homie got wrapped up
So now they say, snitches ‘bout to send a whole
Squad upstate, I’m ducking Jake and my team
The same waiting for word from home base
But boss getting cake up in fangled ass new ways
Avenues of distribution done changed
I’m of a single mind frame, drugs and rhyme babe
No guns and knives, brains quick with the wit
Sharp enough to get him out of situations
They claim is the stickiest
Slip the mouseketeer ass niggas the mickey right quick
Is he like right in the head, yo they be finding
He be straight out, they be short several thousand
With a half peer outdoor to flood the next town with
But why he be making such absurd decisions
Tried and true ghetto adage, either dead or in prison
Headed from such illustrious beginnings
It’s a sin in definition, death sentence if he unrepentant
Lessons learned turned the battle scars, burn victims work
Over the twice shy sensibility, Smalls you're still killing me
Lord willing, next year y’all will be seeing me
Smiling laid up somewhere with lots of good greenery
Cause right now I sure could use a change of scenery
Planes, trains, rented automobiles
Weigh stations, island on eighteen wheels
Butt deep pulls weed patient
Wind cut like steel
Man, we been everywhere
In the streets, stayed real
Stayed real
[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Paranoid posted at the windows, blinds closed
Peeking out watching every car that goes by
Passing asking is this my chariot, swinging low
Coming forth to carry me home
Nary those thoughts go for
My brain chasing to the frontal lobe
Hunkered down inside the safest zone houses
Different city, same old Faustian loggers made
Praying for days, big homie got wrapped up
So now they say, snitches ‘bout to send a whole
Squad upstate, I’m ducking Jake and my team
The same waiting for word from home base
But boss getting cake up in fangled ass new ways
Avenues of distribution done changed
I’m of a single mind frame, drugs and rhyme babe
No guns and knives, brains quick with the wit
Sharp enough to get him out of situations
They claim is the stickiest
Slip the mouseketeer ass niggas the mickey right quick
Is he like right in the head, yo they be finding
He be straight out, they be short several thousand
With a half peer outdoor to flood the next town with
But why he be making such absurd decisions
Tried and true ghetto adage, either dead or in prison
Headed from such illustrious beginnings
It’s a sin in definition, death sentence if he unrepentant
Lessons learned turned the battle scars, burn victims work
Over the twice shy sensibility, Smalls you're still killing me
Lord willing, next year y’all will be seeing me
Smiling laid up somewhere with lots of good greenery
Cause right now I sure could use a change of scenery
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