Look, uh, the war started, I'm all for it, the all scorin
I'm goin' forward, my points scorin', no lean pourin
Your bitch jumpin', my V's Foreign', now he scorchin
The heat stormin', the sea shores in when he's tourin
All across the globe, your favorite rappers' favorite rappers should already know
And if you didn't, just give me time to kick it for another minute
Or learn to listen
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Yeah
We tryna get away, we tryna find a way
Vamonos andale, I'm tryna dodge a case
But niggas want my face, in every single place
I had to slave away, to get a single play
I had to lift away, until I lit the way
You tryna ride the wave, I actually built the wave
You tryna pay, I'm paid, a bunch of different ways
Money circulating through a bunch of different states
I'm in a real estate, I'm really here to stay
I'm tryna feed the soul, you may just be the prey
I got a creature flow, I might just need a crane
I might just break a bone, I might just feed the safe
I might just load the chrome, until your spirit fades
And all my niggas gone, won't ever feel this pain
They say they service you, I came to serve this fool
This is what I'm meant to do, I'm here to service you
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Me and my son Braend, kickin' it like Bruce
My style a little obtuse, I'm rockin' a cool goose
I spit nothin' but truth, man it's f*ck the police
They killin' us in the streets, but askin' us for some peace
No justice, too legit to quit, hammer time, they can't touch this
Scottie pimpin' in the fourth quarter, all buckets
Smokin' out in public, and your bitch love it
When I bust a rhyme, bet I got her beggin' me to touch it
Yeah, I'm the conglomerate, Scotty got all kinds of shit
That's why the P for prominent, thought that it was obvious
Ni..N, Oh Chill, Oh Hold On
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Look, uh, the war started, I'm all for it, the all scorin
I'm goin' forward, my points scorin', no lean pourin
Your bitch jumpin', my V's Foreign', now he scorchin
The heat stormin', the sea shores in when he's tourin
All across the globe, your favorite rappers' favorite rappers should already know
And if you didn't, just give me time to kick it for another minute
Or learn to listen
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Yeah
We tryna get away, we tryna find a way
Vamonos andale, I'm tryna dodge a case
But niggas want my face, in every single place
I had to slave away, to get a single play
I had to lift away, until I lit the way
You tryna ride the wave, I actually built the wave
You tryna pay, I'm paid, a bunch of different ways
Money circulating through a bunch of different states
I'm in a real estate, I'm really here to stay
I'm tryna feed the soul, you may just be the prey
I got a creature flow, I might just need a crane
I might just break a bone, I might just feed the safe
I might just load the chrome, until your spirit fades
And all my niggas gone, won't ever feel this pain
They say they service you, I came to serve this fool
This is what I'm meant to do, I'm here to service you
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Me and my son Braend, kickin' it like Bruce
My style a little obtuse, I'm rockin' a cool goose
I spit nothin' but truth, man it's f*ck the police
They killin' us in the streets, but askin' us for some peace
No justice, too legit to quit, hammer time, they can't touch this
Scottie pimpin' in the fourth quarter, all buckets
Smokin' out in public, and your bitch love it
When I bust a rhyme, bet I got her beggin' me to touch it
Yeah, I'm the conglomerate, Scotty got all kinds of shit
That's why the P for prominent, thought that it was obvious
Ni..N, Oh Chill, Oh Hold On
I'm goin' forward, my points scorin', no lean pourin
Your bitch jumpin', my V's Foreign', now he scorchin
The heat stormin', the sea shores in when he's tourin
All across the globe, your favorite rappers' favorite rappers should already know
And if you didn't, just give me time to kick it for another minute
Or learn to listen
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Yeah
We tryna get away, we tryna find a way
Vamonos andale, I'm tryna dodge a case
But niggas want my face, in every single place
I had to slave away, to get a single play
I had to lift away, until I lit the way
You tryna ride the wave, I actually built the wave
You tryna pay, I'm paid, a bunch of different ways
Money circulating through a bunch of different states
I'm in a real estate, I'm really here to stay
I'm tryna feed the soul, you may just be the prey
I got a creature flow, I might just need a crane
I might just break a bone, I might just feed the safe
I might just load the chrome, until your spirit fades
And all my niggas gone, won't ever feel this pain
They say they service you, I came to serve this fool
This is what I'm meant to do, I'm here to service you
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
And I ain't have no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
That's if you know what I mean
The cars, cream, and the whips make me free
Shit, I ain't got no ID, that's why it's f*ck the police
Me and my son Braend, kickin' it like Bruce
My style a little obtuse, I'm rockin' a cool goose
I spit nothin' but truth, man it's f*ck the police
They killin' us in the streets, but askin' us for some peace
No justice, too legit to quit, hammer time, they can't touch this
Scottie pimpin' in the fourth quarter, all buckets
Smokin' out in public, and your bitch love it
When I bust a rhyme, bet I got her beggin' me to touch it
Yeah, I'm the conglomerate, Scotty got all kinds of shit
That's why the P for prominent, thought that it was obvious
Ni..N, Oh Chill, Oh Hold On
Writer: $cottie Pimpin', Braend Lee
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