Riding in a suburban
Fine women that’s Persian
Sid is the God, I should be rhyming with a turban
Flows tighter than virgins
Close as you’ll get to perfect
If you not getting money, my nigga, what’s your purpose?
I’m a northsider, acres homes player
Making money, saving money at the bank, I’ll see you later
At the crib I run for mayor, that’s word to pac div
Everyday a nigga grinding, I’m just staying active
Till I get to back in, a black on black Benz
Next to a white on white it’s like some yin yang twins
Everything is paid in, full, no bull
Got crazy killers like Rico that’s down to ride for a C-Note
Blowing up like some c-4, looking all thru the peephole
Knocking is opportunity, either way nothing new to me
Getting money is usually
Weak ass rhymes or some nice ass lines
Now tell me who you fooling, g
Not I, everyday I stay fly
Sbs on in the zone I’m in the sky
30,000 feet and steady rising steady climbing
Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit
Fly shit
Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit
Fly shit
Eventually I’ll get signed for rapping all this fly shit