[Verse 1]
Cruising down Fenkell with the top peeled back
If you getting paper, hell yea I feel that
It's too hot for beef bro, I'd rather grill that
Faygo's in the cooler with some ribs to go with that
Hot weather, lack of water, got you feeling nauseous
If you wanna talk some business, step into my office
Let's get down to business, bro I'm tired of the talking
Need a chair that's made for a genius, Stephen Hawkin
She my partner, so she bring the cash to ya boy
We celebrate, so she gon help me get an almond joy
You can mix business with pleasure, only if you smart
As long as you remember why you're here from the start
Pressure made diamonds, man it made you niggas fold
Some people that come off as warm hearted, do you cold
No success with music, but I can't leave it alone
I never gave up, I adjusted my headphones
[Hook]
Ay my guy, I know you wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
[Verse 2]
Counting up, mailbox money got a nigga counting up
Raw Life Records, we been cooking up, they can't amount to us
Ever since.... I bought my first Caddy, I can't catch the bus
We can take a break and it's still in the Raw Life we trust
A king with some queens, you can't put no pawns on me
Before I execute the plan, I learn the laws homie
Put up my own paper, I don't need jaws on me
Build my own tank, so it ain't nothing sharks can loan me
They say they getting bread and cheese, but it's all bologna
He bullshitted with the cheese, he a slack-a-roni
We all got a shot, no matter where you pass it homie
The strings in the beat sound like Lenny Kravitz homie
Ain't nothing wrong with a loan, shit we all grown
Lyrical....... Mobster..... Call me hip hop Al Capone
Every time I travel, grab a key chain for my car
1992 drop top, I feel like a star
At the Cigar bar in the humidor, making choices
Add to the game is what I'm hearing from my inside voices
I don't slang, I just learn and give some valid game
And keep my business underground like the purple gang
[Hook]
Ay my guy, I know you wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
Wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
Cruising down Fenkell with the top peeled back
If you getting paper, hell yea I feel that
It's too hot for beef bro, I'd rather grill that
Faygo's in the cooler with some ribs to go with that
Hot weather, lack of water, got you feeling nauseous
If you wanna talk some business, step into my office
Let's get down to business, bro I'm tired of the talking
Need a chair that's made for a genius, Stephen Hawkin
She my partner, so she bring the cash to ya boy
We celebrate, so she gon help me get an almond joy
You can mix business with pleasure, only if you smart
As long as you remember why you're here from the start
Pressure made diamonds, man it made you niggas fold
Some people that come off as warm hearted, do you cold
No success with music, but I can't leave it alone
I never gave up, I adjusted my headphones
[Hook]
Ay my guy, I know you wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
[Verse 2]
Counting up, mailbox money got a nigga counting up
Raw Life Records, we been cooking up, they can't amount to us
Ever since.... I bought my first Caddy, I can't catch the bus
We can take a break and it's still in the Raw Life we trust
A king with some queens, you can't put no pawns on me
Before I execute the plan, I learn the laws homie
Put up my own paper, I don't need jaws on me
Build my own tank, so it ain't nothing sharks can loan me
They say they getting bread and cheese, but it's all bologna
He bullshitted with the cheese, he a slack-a-roni
We all got a shot, no matter where you pass it homie
The strings in the beat sound like Lenny Kravitz homie
Ain't nothing wrong with a loan, shit we all grown
Lyrical....... Mobster..... Call me hip hop Al Capone
Every time I travel, grab a key chain for my car
1992 drop top, I feel like a star
At the Cigar bar in the humidor, making choices
Add to the game is what I'm hearing from my inside voices
I don't slang, I just learn and give some valid game
And keep my business underground like the purple gang
[Hook]
Ay my guy, I know you wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
Wanna get yo neck froze
But the grind and the pressure got you stressed though
It's no better if you playing round with weak hoes
Take a rest but you return as the best bro.... ohhh yea!
( Detroit L-O )
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