leaving the dock
they shippin’ that lam to the crib while i’m on tour.
when i get off of this bus, it’s gon’ be pedal to the floor.
‘fore a n*gg* even set foot through the do’ it’s gon’ be laps in that hoe.
dolo. fool, i ain’t got time for no b*tches.
but i do gotta rolex where my long sleeves endin’.
a house on my wrist. a car on each pinky.
i got all of this, from laughin’ at them lames while i’m rollin’ up my sticky.
lightnin’ strike again. jet lifers, n*gg*s always rewritin’ history.
fools hear our verses & rewrite that sh*t, they scriblin’.
b*tches see my b*tches & consider tryin’ women.
i pulled up drunk. talkin’ sh*t. in the lobby of my buildin’.
push the b*tton in the elevator took it straight to the ceiling.
doors open in the livin’ room, that’s penthouse, pimpin’.
yehh, girl i did it.
i’d advise you to play yo position ‘fore you see another hoe in yo jersey tryna score thirty, ya heard me?
a n*gg* been focused since i said hi to her.
we higher than the eiffel. you suckas is like fools.
fool, who designed you? n*gg*, i was built to make sure this sucka sh*t get killed.
homie ima well, big muhf*ckin fish.
of course you gon’ see a ocean where i live.
of course if i rolled it that’s top shelf hemp.
of course she got them jordans on tryna impress him.
t*tties out, when i fall in. bring the whole city out.
i did it for slim…. jet life.