[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain’t got a J
Spending change, where that Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate ‘cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all live for today, but think of tomorrow
If that weed rolled up, I think she a holler
So much money stacked up, we ain’t thinking of violence
Before the plane take off, my seats are reclining
Asked how to be a boss, the secret is timing
Ain’t a boss if your reefer is quiet
Your cheese declining
You niggas ain’t loyal, I rep Taylor Gang to the soil
And for Jet Life, you'll be a memorial
You wanna learn how, here’s the tutorial
2009 nigga, if this new shit is boring
Me and Spitta got a key, we been recording
Remember when we couldn’t afford it
Now it’s private when we boarding it
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ay, ay, ay
Benz on loft
Crawling past armour
Night crawlers on the corners, shooters what they call ‘em
I was watching Shottas at [?], 5 in the morning
Shots rang like an alarm, the target got hit in the forearm
Duck behind the car, switch hands, reloaded the cannon
And came back blasting that bitch like O-Dog
Wild gun firing
All the niggas clapping at the dawg but he survived it
Except an innocent man standing at the bus stop
Trying to get to work early and avoid rush hour
Yesterday he put the Chevrolet in the paint shop
It gotta be passed down
And his son gunned down and forgot about
Stuntin’ for the ones who never made it out
Stuntin’ for the youngin’ still in the struggle
Coming up with ways to make a knot
It's Eastside, Andretti reporting live
Stand behind the yellow tape, cover your kid’s eyes
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain’t got a J
Spending change, where that Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate ‘cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all live for today, but think of tomorrow
If that weed rolled up, I think she a holler
So much money stacked up, we ain’t thinking of violence
Before the plane take off, my seats are reclining
Asked how to be a boss, the secret is timing
Ain’t a boss if your reefer is quiet
Your cheese declining
You niggas ain’t loyal, I rep Taylor Gang to the soil
And for Jet Life, you'll be a memorial
You wanna learn how, here’s the tutorial
2009 nigga, if this new shit is boring
Me and Spitta got a key, we been recording
Remember when we couldn’t afford it
Now it’s private when we boarding it
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ay, ay, ay
Benz on loft
Crawling past armour
Night crawlers on the corners, shooters what they call ‘em
I was watching Shottas at [?], 5 in the morning
Shots rang like an alarm, the target got hit in the forearm
Duck behind the car, switch hands, reloaded the cannon
And came back blasting that bitch like O-Dog
Wild gun firing
All the niggas clapping at the dawg but he survived it
Except an innocent man standing at the bus stop
Trying to get to work early and avoid rush hour
Yesterday he put the Chevrolet in the paint shop
It gotta be passed down
And his son gunned down and forgot about
Stuntin’ for the ones who never made it out
Stuntin’ for the youngin’ still in the struggle
Coming up with ways to make a knot
It's Eastside, Andretti reporting live
Stand behind the yellow tape, cover your kid’s eyes
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!