Crouching Tiger E

Shit different, man. Mugs. We done shed blood, sweat, and tears for this Shit, man. I don't even know what to say anymore. Uh. We just young rich niggas. More champagne and more glory. Yes. The.44 came with war stories. Facts. Hid my rocks right behind the car tire Or the four-story. I swear the cats'll go to war for me. Uh, I spit that realness. You're probably gonna wanna call Corey. I walk out the booth, my paws gory. I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood, Niggas salty. I first-class stamp my authority. Put the vine all together. It's like a scene from The Matrix. 50 shot bananas for the ape shit. I never failed school when the streets tried to Test me, but I aced it. I just wear my scars like a bracelet. I'm getting older now. Ticked off my bucket list And scraped it. Hit your favorite model, never Chased it. Scratched it. I'm at the telly with a heli pad, just Calling it some Asics. Wine tasting, having great sips. It's by the crotch or the pocket, no safety, That's the safest. The Nina make believers out of Atheists. You ain't done it round the corner, Mami picking up the crayfish, and still made it Home to taste it. Uh. I go in the booth and go invisible. They can't see me, I done reached another pinnacle. Missing. Get you whacked like a pinata sitting on A little stool. The matic from a scouse out In Liverpool. We just young rich niggas. More champagne and more glory. Yes. The.44 came with war stories. Facts. Hid my rocks right behind the car tire Or the four-story. I swear the cats'll go to war for me. Uh, I spit that realness. You're probably gonna wanna call Corey. I walk out the booth, my paws gory. I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood, Niggas salty. I first-class stamp my authority. You can't teach an old dog new tricks. He got an old bladder. The baby K'll make bones shatter. You might have been a top dog back when, But it don't matter. To gravediggers or the soul Catchers. YT and Tiny Test, all my guys from The old manor. Guys. Old soul, I talk with old grammar. Old. Take my hat off when I see the Bigger bros, I always show manners. Salute. The hammer's blue like '09er. I'm rocking one away Saucony while I'm counting up A New Balance. Always looking for a new challenge. The way my core fans love me, would've thought I was a new talent. Uh. My new shorty is a true talent. I bring the diamonds out in all torrential weather, Make it change there. Them niggas babies, this is Daycare. I drive the metal wide in all types Of terrain and make it rain there. You're getting slayed like a reindeer. We just young rich niggas. More champagne and more glory. The.44 came with war stories. Hid my rocks right behind the car tire or The four-story. I swear the cats'll go to war for me. Uh, I spit that realness. You're probably gonna wanna call Corey. I walk out the booth, my paws gory. I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood, Niggas salty. I first-class stamp my authority.