[Intro]
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
The sample off key, we handing off deep
Papi need a 50 piece, Ms. Brenda want 3
Been cliquing all week, they been spending the stipend
If they buy a 9 piece, imma give them a 20
Yea the fiends make it over time
Green staying on my mind
D's on the roof tryna watch, but they going blind
Post up in the stairs, no cup, ain't a tear
On the average niggas move four doves in a year
You gon need a strong drink and an extra long mink
If you leave the wrong message, long weapons going blink
Cheek bone getting broke if you spеak on the folks
Why the prices so high, woa, thе streets wanna know
This loop is so sick gonna scoop your whole bitch
I'm a hot headed nigga with a super cold wrist
I fought for my spot, done walked all the blocks
I was yelling from the bottom now I talk from the top
[Chorus: Flee Lord]
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?]
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?]
Yea but lovey, don't try me
Or Roc, the way he grimey
In the slums with my crimies
Pussy think he can line me
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
I breeze in a Porsche
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
The sample off key, we handing off deep
Papi need a 50 piece, Ms. Brenda want 3
Been cliquing all week, they been spending the stipend
If they buy a 9 piece, imma give them a 20
Yea the fiends make it over time
Green staying on my mind
D's on the roof tryna watch, but they going blind
Post up in the stairs, no cup, ain't a tear
On the average niggas move four doves in a year
You gon need a strong drink and an extra long mink
If you leave the wrong message, long weapons going blink
Cheek bone getting broke if you spеak on the folks
Why the prices so high, woa, thе streets wanna know
This loop is so sick gonna scoop your whole bitch
I'm a hot headed nigga with a super cold wrist
I fought for my spot, done walked all the blocks
I was yelling from the bottom now I talk from the top
[Chorus: Flee Lord]
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?]
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?]
Yea but lovey, don't try me
Or Roc, the way he grimey
In the slums with my crimies
Pussy think he can line me
Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche
I breeze in a Porsche
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