DALLAS PARKWAY

Truth be told I know I got it Just because the paper folds ain't in my pocket Don't mean Billboard ain't finna' peep the progress Cuz' I stay with the pen, shoutout my cousin just got out it And I make this bitch run out of ink before I run out of options This shit is do or die I see you other wannabe's, I'm lookin' at it like "it's you or I" Starin' at police while they cruisin' by I'm prayin' please don't screw up the vibe Drunk off life, might catch a D.U.I And I'm in the car playin' all of my unreleased Got the sub knockin' like I forgot the apartment lease payment The windows down and we creepin' like T.L.C. baby Check the glovebox, you'll see a John Cena Peacemaker Lookin' at the city while the lights glow Paul Wall, drive slow Never touched the Styrofoam Guaranteed to make a couple fans where ever I go Never asked for a second if I'm worth the shit that I wrote These the Badu boppers The drop and watch the champagne pop'ers The "Can you hear the glass clang" boppers The "Damn is that the same Gabe" boppers The "I ain't change a damn thang" boppers Damn thang boppers Look I love the baddies, yea I do it for y'all, but if I Had one wish, I'd wish for em' all, I still Shop the PacSun If I don't get no play I'll hit Harry Hines for action Nah I'm just playin' but shit Look Can I be honest with y'all for a second Ridin' through Dallas knowin' one day that I'm havin' its blessing It's all love But in the same way I feel ashamed to be sharin' the same breath as Most of y'all that can't do half the shit I can up on these records From the Worth to the D Town I'll never come in second Might touch down back in the seven five seven And see if they even remember I know they will Can't wait til' these all nighters make us all timers As for the rest of you rappers, we catchin' Alzheimer's Just to explain it, we like Italian mob bosses "Forget about it" The upperclass like letterman bombers The Mr. Have Ya Girl Lookin' she wet her pajamas And when the hits get to jammin', that's when we really got em' TUCO will hit the Joker on you, shit is really Gotham See me I rather do a song with you and take your audience Before I'm done with this game I'll have my prints all over it like Williams, dummy Get in the car and we headed straight to the millions, dummy All gas, never in park, like pavilions, dummy Parkway floatin' doing a Benjy' while the speakers jumpin' Tryna' get into somethin' Lookin' for the foxy ladies You would think we into huntin' I feel like Birdman and JR the way I'm stuntin' Shoutout to Mrs. Erykah to get us bumpin' These the Badu boppers The drop and watch the champagne pop'ers The "Can you hear the glass clang" boppers The "Damn is that the same Gabe" boppers The "I ain't change a damn thang" boppers Damn thang boppers You don't wanna fall in love with me