Looking for someone down the line But no one will be there to see ya through Fuck all y'all
Shelter from the rain in a parked car Chopping game, I defined my slangs Fog lights in the grill, in the grill whippin the 96 rain It's insane I pass you, let you drive in the narrow lanes My independence remain Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne I grind and maintain my piece of mind Almost lost it once on the line But see that I found it just in time A mercenary killer Paid for bringin debt to these whack niggas You call them rats that's why them labels never called you back Pimpin, yeah jack, spitta snap, Long flight, turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass Double 07, but I ain't talking agents Two ounces and seven grams my nigga we still blazing You uneasy in my presence Dumb questions, dumber statements I'm on a whole nother level Roof terrace, you the basement Couldn't gain possession Them haters couldn't take it Can't see me unless you sleeping Nigga Freddy vs Jason Snoozing on a jet movement Your worst nightmare in the making
