Slept to Death

Statik Selektah
 Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
 Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
 We up, we jets, stay baked and fresh
 Look at how I step out these Air Max blending with my sweats
 Live like 95 TV in the Pathfinder, watch New Jersey drive
 Thinking about a heist thinking about my life, getting high
 This shit nice, I can't lie
 But it came from a grind, this wan't overnight
 This was over an extended period of time
 They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks
 I expanded on my house, purchased some more drugs
 Legal hustle Andretti OG the cash crop
 Throat the smoke in the spot
 Come and see us, we out, I need you to spot
 Low rider low top, three wheel up the block
 Throw up a jet life, a peace sign and then an east side
 Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off
 And say me name three times and I appear through the smoke
 Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan
 Skyline, we often missed the child crazy high
 Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic
 Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting
 Baby I'm a hundred everywhere your dude be lacking
 Every time you see me, you witnessing magic happen
 Sycamore dies, my wallet perfectly matching my Phantom
 Yeah, ayy
 Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
 Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets
 Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the jets
 Cause he don't be impressed, he was always thinking next
 Low riders, that Spitta style I need more exotic
 You make foes when you hold profit
 You make business and you make millions
 You lose money when you chase women
 And I ain't tripping long as fam eat like Thanksgiving
 Ain't willing to let up the motor
 My moms said it'll move slower but that ain't gon' hold us over
 Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I'm rocking polar
 She know where I'm from, ain't no way I'm getting colder
 Keep the car running homie if you pulled us over
 I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the coroner
 One minute you here, the next day you a goner
 So I'ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain't sober
 Real life