[Hook: Drake]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine
That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
I'm taxing niggas, I'm decking niggas
I'm whacking niggas, be on max
I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I'm on it
Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California
Never changed my price on the white bitch
They liked 'em, but couldn't afford 'em
Mixed my wrist like Prince
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed
Used to lace my blunts with that powder shit
But that was way back, I can't change that
Now I reminisce on them hot days
Reminisce on them cold nights
I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
Still fucking up in my dope life
But I still wouldn't change a thing
Cold blood running through my veins
That black wood in my white Range
To my white bitch to that right mayne
And I'm still gon' slang them thangs
East Side running through my veins
I shower bitches in champagne
Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine
That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
I'm taxing niggas, I'm decking niggas
I'm whacking niggas, be on max
I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I'm on it
Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California
Never changed my price on the white bitch
They liked 'em, but couldn't afford 'em
Mixed my wrist like Prince
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed
Used to lace my blunts with that powder shit
But that was way back, I can't change that
Now I reminisce on them hot days
Reminisce on them cold nights
I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
Still fucking up in my dope life
But I still wouldn't change a thing
Cold blood running through my veins
That black wood in my white Range
To my white bitch to that right mayne
And I'm still gon' slang them thangs
East Side running through my veins
I shower bitches in champagne
Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
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