my trunk sound like this when me and my niggas ride through
grandmama in your living room
thought that y'all was doomed
i'll take his shorty to the moon
and don't think that she ever coming back too soon
don't think i won't sweep a sucker up with the broom
pull up with my niggas smoking more than him and you
i give no fuck about your purpose
if you pull up moving crazy
tennessee where they'd rather murk you
he might have to dirt you
who? and that could go for him or you
i tried to keep the peace
but they let the hate through
i'm blowing anger out the roof
i didn't trust my own truth
i smoke a hundred blunts while i ponder on the truth
now i understand why they never let me through
now i understand why i'm nothing like you
who? i put the sand in his boots
platinum-plated on the coupe
i'ma slide through it just to pick up me a few
and then i slide off into the himalayan view