Alley E

Hey, are you listening? Hey, yo Ren, turn that Up. Uh-huh. Click-clack. Uh-huh. My first office was the alley. I should've listened to my daddy. To my papa. Instead I got this forty cali. I'm in the bally smoking Cali. Oh. Them four pipes, they get me aggy. Like my cars from Germany, I ride Caddies. Ain't gotta hide, we livin' happy. If they want smoke, we send the addy. Big forty-fives all in that Taurus. I know you see me in that Urus. We in Dior so they adore us. Man, fuck the clap, I don't need no chorus. Said fuck that clap, I don't need no sting Homie. We hit the belly, shout it, "Bingo." I ring this Mac, it go through windows. They still gon' copy all my lingo. I got demons on my left side. Angels with me on my best side. From the mud, but now we livin' our best Life. Man, fuck a boy band, this ain't Westlife. Had twin nines, but they weren't Siamese. So I don't know why they tryna try me. Now, what'd you say? But Lord knows I'm ready To cry me. Oh. Take off your rollie, so timely. My juveniles, they on gang shit. Got they own lines, they still gon' bang shit. She old news, I let my man hit. I let my man hit. Just tryna vanish in That Vanquish. My first office was the alley. I should've listened to my daddy. Instead I got this forty cali. I'm in the bally smoking Cali. Them four pipes, they get me aggy. Like my cars from Germany, I ride Caddies. Ain't gotta hide, we livin' happy. If they want smoke, we send the addy. Oh.