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Ride around town in that blacked out whip Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this Ride around town in that blacked out whip Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this) They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped) What's reality to me? (Nights like this) I wonder where I'd be If I had listened to critics who never made a difference Courtside where the voice lied, better bench a gimmick I'm real with it, your strings lifted put on a show Jiminy Cricket, he's in your ear, passin' you quotes Driver seat, I never sit where passengers go Known to rap but I snap on hooks like Passenger though Up-and-comers intercept like I passed 'em the flow I'm tryna touchdown in the PJ, just pass me the dough At lunchtime I had punchlines comin' out my throat Nowadays, it seems bars just don't matter no more If it ain't silver platter then it's over your head "Mumble rapper" sound smarter than "wannabes," I guess SongtexteA lot of words for you to use for you to not say nothin' Your lyrical spiritual miracle's lackin' the substance Nowadays, the word "talent" way too much in discussion Sorry if I'm soundin' bitter, I wish that I wasn't Ride around town in that blacked out whip Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this) They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped) What's reality to me? (Nights like this) I wonder where I'd be Ride around town in that blacked out whip Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh Vision potent; you hear it, I wrote it Lived it or livin' with it My life in my lyrics, that's why it hits your spirit Pen game like I ghost for the dopest around Concerts been more than profound Name escalated, my feet will never detach from the ground Humble but don't muzzle my confidence Ambiance got me bubblin' but it's troublin' When idols slackin' and you start wonderin' where the muscle went Guess it's my turn, so I'm givin' you one-hundred percent Suicide the vibe when I get tired of it I don't repackage mine, I sell the song and chuck it Your favorite rapper predictable like I'm Mickey Dee's I'm seven gourmet courses but won't force you to eat They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this) They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped) What's reality to me? (Nights like this) I wonder where I'd be They told me I'd never get to see (Days like this) They said it was all a dream (Whole script flipped) What's reality to me? (Nights like this) I wonder where I'd be Ride around town in that blacked out whip Know it's not spring but I got that ice on my wrist That's an olive skin chick, she attached to my hip Roll the dice just to get to paradise like this, uhh Aus Songtexte Mania