580 Benz (Prison Tapes)

You have a prepaid call from: Tory

Yeah, yeah

I get in the booth, and I spit poetry

Ain't no hotter flow as me, all gas on free

580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah

Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us

Ridin' 'round Cullinan, she say she don't fuck wit' rappers

Pass her to my bruddanem, let 'em introduce theyself

Like, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-um" fuck it, get a drum or sumn

Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton

I been eatin' all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some

Smokin' like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn

Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra one

Call my phone when I was fuckin' Tati in the restaurant

**** shot, but I can't sleep until I shoot the rest of 'em

Hitters, they can't eat until they turn 'em to a vegetable

Layin' in Jamaica, Montego, eatin' festival

I'm white boy wasted when you see me at the festival

Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times

Hurt to see a **** tell a true lie

I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies

Ain't no wakin' back up in no gulag, real

My haters doin' voodoo; look what I brought the crew through

Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through

My baby mama thuggin', she even slided in her two-two

When we was ridin' out like that, I must've had a screw loose

Syrup sandwiches, eatin' rice with the ketchup

Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin'

You ever worried about yo' dollar more than you worried about yo' health?

You ever worried about yo' partner more than you worried about yourself?

I swear, uh, these **** dangerous, huh

But they ain't gon' play wit' us; show 'em million dollar faces, yeah

Shit, my attorney looks amazin’, yeah

We don't take no pills, but shit been feelin' like The Matrix, for real

It's all or nothin'

Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion

My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion

Riskin' it outside, and a **** been hustlin'

Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'

Throw it all away

Imagine that I threw it all away

All away

Can't throw this all away

Throw it all away

Imagine that I threw it all away

All away

Can't throw this all away

Rollin' with the family, I said, "Motherfuck the homies"

Meanin' I can't hang around if you don't really know me

And I ain't givin' info out for questions on the brodie

"Hit me on the Jacksons, get yo' money" what he told me

On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions

Never greedy, pass it to a **** if he open

Had to put that work in, nothin' ever came from hopin'

Don't tell me that you down for me, I prefer if you show it

We done switchin' lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride

My **** told me bird's the only bird he ever flew out

And he down to up it ain't a problem to pull a tool out

It hurt him when it rains, but that's just wounds from the shootouts

It's all or nothin'

Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion

My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion

Riskin' it outside, and a **** been hustlin'

Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'

Throw it all away

Imagine that I threw it all away

All away

Can't throw this all away

Throw it all away

Imagine that I threw it all away

All away

Can't throw this all away