Black Impala

All I ever wanted was a black impala & I keep that bitch stock I aint touchin nada Just a system for the beats Somethin for the riders Shit was DG I aint talkin that gabana Im talkin shoot outs after school Really ducking bamas Im talkin b-a-m's Not suicide bombers Imagine walking up to school Finding shell casings I aint think none of my classmates Was hell raising For the kiss of death These niggas willing to pucker up But give them same niggas bags Watch em f*ck it up Niggas cop a chain just to flex for men Shit im saying, prolly to complex for them I swear all I wanted was some peace I mean, whatever that could be Im thinkin blunts rolled on the beach Crib with a driveway 100 feet All I ever wanted was my momma smiling & ever since I been trying I had my momma wilding Aint like you see real money working jobs And if you did you broke ya back doin over time I do this for my niggas out here flippin plates Throwin grams on the scale in the kitchen late Its a different ball game when u pitchin weight Cuz when you just starting out you just pitch & wait All I ever wanted was Black impala All I ever wanted was To stack some dollars Still serving it for cheap Holla at ya guala You only servicing the cheeks Ill holla at ya mama