I woke up this mornin with my tank on empty
Tryna move to my muse
But my shoes don't fit me

So I buckle in that caddy that I dreamed about
She say she wanna good time
I say 'girl don't tempt me'

I'm a 15-03
Double me up
For the luck
And good lookin
Give a fuck if you'on like it
Get to bussin through my city
I'm accustomed to the work
Girl, who dat?

Actin like you knew me when I first
Started rappin
Got to yappin out ya neck
When it hurt
Put together guilty pleasures
For the better or the worse
I'm the better of the worst

Now they callin me the curse
If you knew me back then
Still wouldn't know the first thing about

A 1991
They trap em' where they comin from
And call his cousin
Now they bustin back
Like 'where's it comin from?!'

I lost my soles in the mix
I couldn't feel shit
Now I'm talkin to my Momma through the line they hung em' from

I'm Ill
I'm searchin for a real super model
That know the motto
And I prefer the kind in the Cadillac I dream about
(uh)
What you really bout, huh?

We gon' make that thang bounch like a 64', GO!

(Chorus)

I'm so damn broke
But I'm wheelin in a 2 door
With 2 hoes
That follow me and you know
West side right on time
Tell them hoes 'kudos'
East side right on time
They'on fuck witchu though

And I ain't got no fuckin money
My pedals stay broke
Came a long way from the hood, bro
But
West side right on time
Only thing fasho
Is east side right on time
Gunnin through ya door

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