One Deep In The Fleetwood

Life goes on as time passes me by
 I always been solid, why you askin' me now?
 I'm a rock Glock tucked in the pocket of the tux
 It's always about a buck, see me waddle like a duck
 When I get fucked up, kick my feet up like Chuck
 Bitch, I'm a millionaire, you think I give a fuck?
 Got my mama sitting pretty in that Bentley truck
 Say what you want about me
 Fuck boy never made it out the minor league
 I bleed for my brothers, I plead for the kids who can't breathe
 FTP on my sleeve, I sleep with a pistol on me
 Please protect me from my enemies
 White chalk, blue lines, red lights
 Death threats, I fight for my life
 And I strive, and I ride, put my city on my back
 Took a lot of strugglin' and pain to get to where I'm at, yuh
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 Savor your breath, one day closer to death, I speak from the soul
 The burn in the chest, from head to my feet
 The music complete me when I feel defeated
 I'm one deep in the Fleetwood with the top down, wind blowin' in my bald spot
 Middle finger out the window, still
 Throwin' out blue hundred dollar bills
 Tryna fill the void, silence all the noise
 Place a bet on the table I can't afford, yuh
 I see why they think I sold my soul
 Really don't know how deep this goes
 On my own since 16 years old
 I had to cut ties to roll the bankroll
 I see why they think I sold my soul
 Really don't know how deep this goes
 On my own since 16 years old
 I had to cut ties to roll the bankroll