Tour Bus Diaries

The world is yours, Mr. Scarface September 11, 2013 Against all odds in that car chase Hopped out, hopped fences it was Allah's faith Just simply right time, but the wrong place Like playing GTA with five stars Me and Treal, would've did our ages combined If they found what was in that car I need space when you around a star The words I utter, hugging the bass And in love with the guitar Pedal to the metal, that was our best case Tossed the ratchet out the window It was still there, the very next day Nowadays I burn gas on the expressway Ain't never been scared To press a nigga, if that check late Checkmate Independent grind but tell them labels, get that check straight For you sideline niggas, all you gotta do is spectate Had hella baggage, but I move better with the less weight Finna show you niggas ain't on my level within the next eight My routine led to my success rate And plus I never waited till I was dry like deck paint I used to rock the fresh fade Waves spinning under my du-rag until the next day Cash in my hand is direct pay Niggas pocket watching like hoes, stressing what the next make I dare nigga to try to take butter off my bread plate Respect or F it, GEE$ back with a message This is maximum effort, what you niggas expected Pick your favorite, I'll embarrass whoever selected The game a bitch and she mine, I'm very possessive The most consistent and the realest its very impressive Like saying something important, don't you ever forget it And when they tell you them stories, shit, they gotta embellish I got fronted, all that work, I had to go sell it I done shit for niggas and never asked for the credit Been raw since day one, they had to inhale it You can call me the