DALLAS PARKWAY Video (MV)

Truth be told I know I got it
Just because the paper folds ain't in my pocket
Don't mean Billboard ain't finna' peep the progress
Cuz' I stay with the pen, shoutout my cousin just got out it
And I make this bitch run out of ink before I run out of options
This shit is do or die
I see you other wannabe's, I'm lookin' at it like "it's you or I"
Starin' at police while they cruisin' by
I'm prayin' please don't screw up the vibe
Drunk off life, might catch a D.U.I
And I'm in the car playin' all of my unreleased
Got the sub knockin' like I forgot the apartment lease payment
The windows down and we creepin' like T.L.C. baby
Check the glovebox, you'll see a John Cena Peacemaker
Lookin' at the city while the lights glow
Paul Wall, drive slow
Never touched the Styrofoam
Guaranteed to make a couple fans where ever I go
Never asked for a second if I'm worth the shit that I wrote
These the Badu boppers
The drop and watch the champagne pop'ers
The "Can you hear the glass clang" boppers
The "Damn is that the same Gabe" boppers
The "I ain't change a damn thang" boppers
Damn thang boppers
Look
I love the baddies, yea I do it for y'all, but if I
Had one wish, I'd wish for em' all, I still
Shop the PacSun
If I don't get no play I'll hit Harry Hines for action
Nah I'm just playin' but shit
Look
Can I be honest with y'all for a second
Ridin' through Dallas knowin' one day that I'm havin' its blessing
It's all love
But in the same way I feel ashamed to be sharin' the same breath as
Most of y'all that can't do half the shit I can up on these records
From the Worth to the D Town I'll never come in second
Might touch down back in the seven five seven
And see if they even remember
I know they will
Can't wait til' these all nighters make us all timers
As for the rest of you rappers, we catchin' Alzheimer's
Just to explain it, we like Italian mob bosses "Forget about it"
The upperclass like letterman bombers
The Mr. Have Ya Girl Lookin' she wet her pajamas
And when the hits get to jammin', that's when we really got em'
TUCO will hit the Joker on you, shit is really Gotham
See me I rather do a song with you and take your audience
Before I'm done with this game
I'll have my prints all over it like Williams, dummy
Get in the car and we headed straight to the millions, dummy
All gas, never in park, like pavilions, dummy
Parkway floatin' doing a Benjy' while the speakers jumpin'
Tryna' get into somethin'
Lookin' for the foxy ladies
You would think we into huntin'
I feel like Birdman and JR the way I'm stuntin'
Shoutout to Mrs. Erykah to get us bumpin'
These the Badu boppers
The drop and watch the champagne pop'ers
The "Can you hear the glass clang" boppers
The "Damn is that the same Gabe" boppers
The "I ain't change a damn thang" boppers
Damn thang boppers
You don't wanna fall in love with me