The music got the Harry Fraud, yeah. Keep the E in it. Shelf is on
Exit to the Hibachi grill they were watching still
600 Mercedes SL. We knock on your pocket here
Of course, I pulled up mega high
She gets butterflies whenever She sees my car outside
She was down for me when I was on the next in line
So when I stepped into the mind
Of course, I upgraded a Shine game
I only laid once not a second time
Stayed on our mind rent-free living It's just me chilling
Can't believe I'm this low-key and worked all these millions
Many men wish the death of a friend envious of a position
That's his dog, but he still killed him
Shit was wrong, but if he ran down to you, you might feel 'em
Shit wicked, so is everything occasionally
She's seen without a wedding ring
Terrible thing, pretty little in the big city smack dab in the middle
"What do you got here?
That was delivered by a messenger this morning
What's this about? Yeah, he's here"
(You're a wizard, Harry)
Palisades, barricade, hand grenades, gray Mercedes
Narrow escape, money made, living large, growing gray
As a youngin', my experiences were beyond my age
Era episode five seasons straight
Another one for my display case, we drive the cars
Make no sense to chase just let us play
Just another crazy thing, I try to win
No big payday for fools who play it safe
Rather do like when a chalkboard is erased, powdery trace
We're out of space, Me at the club, you suckers out of place
So many stones in the face, so many hoes in one place
Make a sucker nigga heart race looking at a boss in his normal state
Getting barges off at an alarming rate