Lyrics
Tried to seal it airtight, smell still seeping out
She know the assignment fit the criteria Family tried to swing in the middle of the
busy intersection Had to bust a right, hard left, hit the driveway
Rollers put the drone up, got the damn lights to play
And there he hood like my grandmama lay it in And walk up in the office like I got a doctorate
Cover blown cause I'm smelling like a backwood He ain't really gotta be explained cause it's
understood Uh, heavy foot bring a lot of motion
Smoking on some pain, need a ibuprofen Cups drying up, need a store run
Sitting on the bag like a trust fund On the gas with a heavy foot
Swapping out the frame for a different look Cups getting dry, need a store run
Sitting on the bag like a trust fund VSOP, white and blue cooler
Popping up on the screen like a toolbar Posted in a hidden room off the grid
Trap door open and then closing like a eyelid Paint the picture like a illustrator or designer
Running through the hall with the paper like a binder
Better do a pop quiz, need some flashcards Hustle everyday, front and center, it's the vanguard
Make or drive the boat, need a coast guard Always OTs in the postcard
Grim's got dip, this a condiment Interaction bring motivation, boost the confidence
Foot heavy like a four-five plate Weighed heavy like a container frame
Ice looking like I dropped it in a blender Put a chain on it, I'm a bartender
Written by: Larry Dawson