Death Note Benz

Beaming out my city And I'm icing out my wrist Demon coming with me He be checking in my List Everybody hear me Cuz I'm tied up with the rift They cannot get rid of me I came up from the bricks Staying on my shit That's how I survive Look into his eyes You could tell I see the lies Look into the skies Dark clouds rise They don't even want it When I'm repping with the guys Icing out my wrist Said I wanna drive You know I got ties But they put on a disguise Clicking with the vibes Art style rides Burning thru the hunnid Spending money with the guys GC soldier boy I'm feeling like kensisin Three years older Since I got the premonition They call me the chef When I walk into the kitchen I ain't even tripping Know they never listen Feeling like Scrim He don't want a scrimmage Feeling like da cherry When I'm riding in my benzes I don't got it rented Cuz I'm sticking to my image Feeling like the don Blank space on my hit list I don't got it made Cuz I'm really bout my misses Talking bout the game I been married to the bitches Everybody on me But they wouldn't know the difference I just ate the beat up Now I'm breaking out the dishes Staying on my shit That's how I survive Look into his eyes You could tell I see the lies Look into the skies Dark clouds rise They don't even want it When I'm repping with the guys Icing out my wrist Said I wanna drive You know I got ties But they put on a disguise Clicking with the vibes Art style rides Burning thru the hunnid Spending money with the guys