Turnpike South

Yo gas up the Squadda man We gotta jump on the Turpike, Go South SMOKE HOUSE Melly Mel, Trap, Willz, Best Whats Up Nigga Woke up living , Ain't no better feeling Y'all Glorifing jail, like it's better living All my hero's in the hood, they was better villains Now days niggaz soft, How my leather feeeling Violate yo wiz, then you better get em Violate yo kids, then you better kill em Nah y'all be waring over bitches War wit 1 gun, no riches How y'all go to War, then turn snitches Nah, Y'all different I was in the field, y'all benching Del St, I was In the Vill, I was pitching On and off da field, I was hitting 100 bags between me and best, and he ain't pinch em Tried to make a million off of Doub's, So we skimped em Melly use to wash niggaz, I just had rince em My room mate Cali told, and I ain't seen em since then Just Different, if u know me from college, the you know I'm wit Dollaz 12th grade prom, white leathered the Prada's 100 dollar pool games, And I gotta be solid Got money wit Qwik , and Joey in College Ya favorite is cool, but he know I'm Da hottest No really he trash, ima take out the garbage Gotta Pay for my presents, Ima need a deposit Don't believe in the gossip, But believe in the process Dont do jewelry, That's exposing me F*ck your designer, That shit is old to me Me I rock pieces, My Tee is Probably old is me Born God, Nobody over me Fifty thousand re-up, Hundred thousand feet up Too much, money talking, You gotta speak up Few shooters on scooters, How we creep up Scoring with this Jordan, how we sneak up Damn Clean the bread, case the Feds, want to sweep up We hustle totally different, You trying keep up I ain't with Partie, OR keys, It's probably Neef buck Big stepper, till you stepped on Homie you aint Teflon, Head shooter, keep your vest on Double locks on your Cuban, Then your neck gone Don't come back to family, when your set gone What's next, You go sell your closet When that check gone Better pay your debt, before the rest gone Write your own story, When the tech drawn Money touch the wood, Then its bets on See me, Flee With two nines, Put your jets on