Foreign Chauffeur Daniel Son (CAN) (Ft. Rome Streetz)

[Intro]
You know those ones
I can hear the rain (Slidin')
My dude Finn on the piano (Fuck you thought it was?)
In the fucking building
That BBM shit
We getting busy
Might see me leaning sideways
That's how we gonna do it
That BBM shit
Yo talk to em son

[Daniel Son]
The blood run through my cold veins, the city's so frozen
That lighters produce no flame
Cop the bottle of Remy and pour the whole thang
Hit the subway station they caught the soul train
I make a move in the crisp air, this shits rare
Low head, blunt smoke float through the brisk air
Six chairs, round table of thieves, pay for trees
Loud packs screaming like Ric Flair (Whoooo!)
Overseas shipments sat overseas
Black beamer holding keys, switch lanes, roll the trees
Got the heat below the seat make you go to sleep
My dude Filipe down the street, got the dope for cheap
The same cycle, rivals doing shit that's mad spiteful
Hopped out the whip and left it idle
Chased the root of all evil just for my survival
Watched inside a church and seen a pastor drop his bible