I grabbed the double cup and filled that shit with Purple paint sliding through the city twelve deep Focused on the bank she said she love my vibe but Baby I ain't one to save hustle in my blood you could smell that shit just from the chain they ain't cut like This they counter fit I see it plain riding with a Foreign but my thoughts up in the rain
Potholes in my lane I'm swerving just to maintain
I been sipping heavy just to balance out the pain
Purple paint dripping matching the seats
Falling out with time I'm married to these streets Gotta keep it low all my moves discreet
Moving like a shadow while I play for keeps
She want my soul but I'm too busy dodging feds Loyal to the grind I'm in love with making bread
Late night thoughts while I'm all up leaning in my Bed told the plug I'm good keep a week ahead fuck **** tote a couple demons gotta keep my circle Tight smoking by the pint turning dark into the Fucking light visions getting blurry but my aim still Hella precise I might gamble everything but never End up rolling the dice
