Knife in the base Car in the place I'm in the car War in the place You see the place Cage in the base I'm in the car Now in the base I'm in the car Ah
Yeah, yeah.
Turn up at the place where my road blows.
Now we're turning up the place.
Turning up the place.
I was with the same guys in these streets Tell me when I got a bass Bitch, what's a sample?
That's a no-no Can't be giving you a test They tryna force the fame No, no, ho, I don't really want the fame Take my girl to the stage Steady, tryna win the race
Put some plain powder in the place Stylish when there's no face I don't want a bus, don't want a plane
I don't even really want to play.
Brother put my mother on the plane.
Tell her mommy shit has changed.
No girl on my mind.
I'm working all night.
But this ain't no night to fight.
I was selling my wife.
Who not cook it like water white.
It's still on site.
Tell them niggas that it's still on site.
It's like every night.
Wanna come get this pipe When niggas change on me That shit bring tears to my eyes
It made me go so hard, now they can't control my light.
Lucky roll of the dice, now they want my soul for a price.
Fell in love with this paper man and still fuck fame.
Or this trip with the gang, used to having rough days.
We done came from the hand-me-downs with the Mustangs Smoking weed in the hallways till the Lord came
All but one, it's not what they make it hard, the bus case.
Got to link my niggas by the river just so we can
Oh them nights in the studio, I made enough taste
But she just wanna hit the club so she can get a fuck face.
Yeah.
Turn up at the place where my road blows.
Now we're turning up at the place.
I was with the same guys in these streets.
They mean when I got a bass.
Bitch, what's a sample?
That's a no-no.
Can't be giving you a taste.
They're trying to force the fame.
No, no, ho, I don't really want the fame.
Take my girl to the stage.
Steady, trying to win the race.
Put some plain powder in the place Stylish when there's no face I don't want a bus, don't want a plane
I don't even really want to play.
Rather put my mother on the plane.
Tell her, mommy, shit has changed.
This shit has changed.
Self-employed, fuck a wage.
Long moves, still got the gauge.
And it's just a happy life.
And he wants the tape at the place.
Throw him brofing straight.
If he goes jail away.
Yeah, way, way, get the best, got it by the crane.
It's a long road I paved, movie collection in space.
There's a marathon that's never been erased All my robot is here, I gotta embrace Running to the money, can you keep up with the pace?
Keep up with the pace, running from the low I don't want a case, Christian Dior All this weed is the cure Please don't stop, give me more
Left a trap in the fall I came back with some more Please don't knock on the door Please don't knock on the door, yeah
Turn up at the place on my road, bros, now we turnin' up the place.
I was with the same guys in these Gs, then we went and got a bass.
Bitch, what's the sample?
That's a no-no.
Can't be giving you a taste.
They're trying to force the fame.
No, no, ho, I don't really want the fame.
Take my girl to the States.
Steady, trying to win the race.
Put some plain powder in the place.
Stylish, when there's no face.
I don't want a bus, don't want a plane.
I don't even really want the plane.
Rather put my mother on the plane.
Tell her mommy shit has changed.
