white cadillac

Singer:jarren benton

yeah

white cadillac

top off

white girls are ready to ride off

yeah

all the spaceship across

5-4-3-2-1 gone

i'm so outta here

i'm so so so so outta here

i'm so outta here

i'm so outta here

5-4-3-2-1 i'm gone

live from the mind of a lunatic

grew up on the east side dope boyz moving bricks

me? i'm in the basement

rocking with my dope bag

where the hell is andre?

i grew up with no dad

mr.biggie so rad

you should take a photograph

i'm so outta here you see me soaring in my hovercraft

y'all don't wanna fuck with that

boy like heroin

welcome to my do-jo

no i'm not barreling

they say i'm a dreamer

looking at the stars

never risking songs about money on the cars

i just wanna rock mic

living in the spotlight

waking from a nightmare

feeling somethings not right

i can wait to leave here 12 never looking back

jarren on the book it rap

talking niggas cookie crack

living in the future

but i took it back

white cadillac

gotta love the way i'm looking at

the city sleeping on me like a silly posturepedic

but knowing me

i'll probably pop their hearts out and eat it

yeah

i'm so outta here

i'm so outta here

my girl worry she think a baby's acting weird

afraid of loosing me

she hold a back tear

and when i make it i promise i'm coming back here

better yet i send a

a rocketship

we dipping out of the atmosphere

yesterday i was wearier tomorrow

now me and your momma slam a cadillac cargo

living on a pull out not a dollar in my cargo's

she does all the same from the cater to kilargo

yeah from misty hallways the white picket fences

opportunity just keep the guards on the hinges

i bet they hate it when i'm up

up

on

5-4-3-2-1 gone

i'm an east side monster

came from the bottom

i'm so outta here that i'm a mother fucking problem

i love hip-hop

karma die rhyming

levitate over niggas i defy science

i'm a get rich one day

or die trying

niggas got lifes

say they rather die frying

momma coming home from a hard day crying

why life to working a vegas shes sighing

would i die dressed tell her

momma keep trying

until i'm at the top

i'm a keep climbing

yeah

writing like i'm scribbling my last words

spit it like i'm spitting out my last verse

i'm so sick say i need to see a pastor

whack nigga killing

turning niggas into casper

i say they hate it when i'm up

up

on

5-4-3-2-1 bitch gone