All $tar (feat. Theowulf)

Converse to the kicks Stomp him out make some red bottoms Money moves done in silence Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons Presidential life is sweet I can get all of my sins pardoned Coward niggas packing heat Trip to the land of the forgotten My style can never be forgotten I put my wish in a well Ian no suck up, ain't kissin no ass This shit ain't no kiss and tell 312 we givin 'em hell Truth in all 5 of those words Ian no player i flirt Girls let me up in their skirt They know they getting they worth Like extra weed on the scale (Gang!) Lately I been feeling blessed Back in the past I was stressed Doing reps with my pen in hand Had to lift some shit off my chest I can run with the best I can't f*ck with the rest (Naw) New niggas are just new niggas I swear I'm so unimpressed Don't try and get me pressed that might get you on a strecher I'm a neighborhood wrecker Dark knight in my sector I could make a million Playing out the villain Something like Heath Ledger Some of you niggas could never Gold nuggets on me like Denver Blessed to live this life Chop it up to my grind No lucky 7 on my dice This is all by design Blessed to live this life Chop it up to my grind Lucky 7 on my dice This is all by design Converse to the kicks Stomp him out make some red bottoms Money moves done in silence Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons Presidential life is sweet I can get all of my sins pardoned Coward niggas packing heat Trip to the land of the forgotten Low-tops and dirty laces (Yeah) Blue cloth feelin basic (Smooth) But it's warm out, imma roll out Niggas caught me still feelin famous (Oo) Wolfgang in the function (Yeah) They know it's Wolf cuz how I'm coming (Yessir) One-Stars with the suede sides And the tucked 9 like it's nothin I'm still wearin these dress socks with the dope designs boy I'm chillin Bitches, gotta talk to me nice, hoe, you still within a buyin price I, lay back in a two-seater with a dick eater cuz she hungry Got my foot hung on the dashboard cuz these bitches only want my money (Bitch!) From the 75 to the 919 imma slide a bitch if she want it Shawty, real nigga you can't kill niggas with a death wish for they opponents (Ha) When the last time you met a trill nigga? My dick long like the Spanish Key In a black ride still on demon time still ain't met a bitch that could manage me (Wolf!) Converse to the kicks Stomp him out make some red bottoms Money moves done in silence Tiptoe round 'em like some egg cartons Presidential life is sweet I can get all of my sins pardoned Coward niggas packing heat Trip to the land of the forgotten