Off the Lot EARTHGANG (Ft. Mereba)
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[Chorus: EARTHGANG]
I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
Please don't run up on it unless you ready to die
I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride (Is she ready? Is she ready?)
Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
Please don't run up on it unless you ready to die
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Poverty stricken, hot wings was kickin'
Grew up with God and grew up with nada
Ain't that a bitch? So I married her too
Spiritual folks don't eat good
Clearin' my throat as I bless the food
Almighty God, how the fuck you help these killers boss up?
Make they bread while our neighborhood filmin' Walkin' Dead
Bow our heads shit, we split a P between all us
We was in them church buildings, they was robbin' us silly
Came home, only thing they left us was the ceilings
Quick reminder, the finer things in life are the hideous inside
My nigga that's a lie, that's a mind fuck
That's a brain rape
Sellin' waters for a dolla', hope my niggas don't see us
Speak about it at the school, watch how quick I bust a lip
Red light, catch me outside 28's and up
I just wanna be that nigga that they look up to for once
I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
Please don't run up on it unless you ready to die
I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride (Is she ready? Is she ready?)
Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
Please don't run up on it unless you ready to die
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Poverty stricken, hot wings was kickin'
Grew up with God and grew up with nada
Ain't that a bitch? So I married her too
Spiritual folks don't eat good
Clearin' my throat as I bless the food
Almighty God, how the fuck you help these killers boss up?
Make they bread while our neighborhood filmin' Walkin' Dead
Bow our heads shit, we split a P between all us
We was in them church buildings, they was robbin' us silly
Came home, only thing they left us was the ceilings
Quick reminder, the finer things in life are the hideous inside
My nigga that's a lie, that's a mind fuck
That's a brain rape
Sellin' waters for a dolla', hope my niggas don't see us
Speak about it at the school, watch how quick I bust a lip
Red light, catch me outside 28's and up
I just wanna be that nigga that they look up to for once
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