Въпрос на време (feat. Divna)

I wanna be free, I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac, that is my sh*t And I throw it up (I throw that up) That's what it is (that's what it is) In my C A D I L L A C b*tch (biatch) Can't see me through my tint (nah ah) I'm riding real slow (slow motion) In my paint wet drippin' shining like my 24's (umbrella) I ain't got 24's (no oh) But I'm on those Vogues That's those big white walls, round them hundred spokes Old school like old English in that brown paper bag I'm rolling in that same whip that my granddad had Hello haters, damn y'all mad 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? (oh) I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling out, roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright (bright bright) Man I'm lounging in some sh*t Bernie Mac would've been proud of Looking down from heaven like damn that's stylish Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? I'm legally going 120 Easy weaving in and out of the traffic They can't catch me, I'm smashing I'm ducking bucking them out here I'm lookin' f*ckin' fantastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it's like under the city lights Riding into the night, driving over the bridge The same one we walked across as kids Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics I couldn't tell you about paint either But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours And roll on over to the dealer And I found the car I dreamed of, got a problem with this geezer? Got the keys in and as I was leaving I started screaming I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling out, roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snorting coke She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes I had it hella my love, tryna blow my mind Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my n*ggas was gone Stealin' portions of his liquor, water in the Patron Rather smiling like I won the f*cking lottery homes (F*ckin' lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it in the 4-2 Mustard and mayonnaise, keeping the buns on 'em My dogs hanging out the window Young as whoosh, f*ckin' like we ball Tryna f*ck em all, kill the f*ckin' wimps See what's poppin' at the mall, meet a bad b*tch Slap her booty with my palms You can smoke the pussy, I was tearing down the walls I'm motherf*ckin' awe, some Swear these eyes tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steering wheel while I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Girl does she want it low? This sh*t a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know So we cool with n*ggas, my n*gga f*ck the limit Got a window tinted for showing gangstas in it Slice off when the gas is finished, Q Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling out, roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright I Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling out, roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright