'66 IMPALA

I can put your girlfriend in an Enzo Bad bitch talk shit, we just friends though I can drop a mixtape all your clique knows Who the hottest in the game, well that bitch chose When we ride, I'ma slide in that Impala Prada bag with the heels still an inch taller Lou bloom with the whip, I'm a nightcrawler Been God with this shit, I'ma still holla See anybody be better than you now She ain't fucking with you, how Anybody but me could be lying to you now But I'll took a bow, I'ma tell you the truth Wow, everybody been hit and to you that's a shock, how what Open the window and let it all sink in now take a sip, bro, call your girlfriend up Listen to this ho, see all that talk ain't shit until it hits though The pinky ring sing shit like an R&B bitch I be stepping off the mound right before I switch pitch Have you ever played God, well to me, that's a wish Had you running for your life, well to me, you's a bitch Talk to a killer, how the love though Did you ever fell down where your mind go Did you dance with the devil or a lost soul Pray the Lord forgive me, but it's hard though although Y'all know that your shooters don't phase me And when your back turned, know that they praise me See when you look in the mirror, now get back to me when your vision is clearer I'm rocking my shit pillow talk to a bitch when my mind isn't focused I ain't getting rich and the truth is I know that I'm richer in spirit Now pray to your God and I hope that he hear it I'm coming for necks and I know that they fear it Please leave a message after the tone Please leave a message after the tone You see it's been a whole year since I figured it out Metaphysically untouched until I'm put in the ground But the vision is what I see is that it couldn't be me I ain't worried about loose ends, less than dealing with we Step back, fade away, I'm James Harden, the shot I'll be whipping the C30 til' McClaren, I cop spaceships Like T said, I heard you get it, I got it And when you drop that new shit, make it pop cause you want it, God damn I'm stone cold till I stunt on a bitch I be riding around town in the bulletproof tint, wait shit My guilt trip until I take the remote, never wanted to smoke hits Cause I don't know how to cope Lord knows, flow holier than Sunday morn But my neck is Chrome Hearts with all the silver adorned But you know, the whole world shone the thorn in my side Took a minute but guess it's time for me to swallow my pride Never wanted all of this shit that came to mind as I spoke Never wanted to be the center, 'less her world was the scope Never wanted to be the one to say it's all for my woes And when it's all said and done, I did it all for the art ho