crimezz

Pull up in the whip, yeah, it’s all black tinted, Got the heat tucked close, you know I'm never slippin’, Runnin’ through the city, where the streets stay gritty, Pills in the backseat, feelin' kinda trippy. Lean in my cup, got me swervin’ through the lanes, Money on my mind, yeah, I’m chasin’ all the gains, Gunz in the stash, keep it low, never flashy, Got the crew with me, and you know we movin’ brashy. Rollin’ with the squad, yeah, we livin’ for the night, Drugs in the air, make the vibe feel right, Cars in the lot, revvin’ engines like a beast, xa 72 in the zone, never starvin’, I feast. Countin’ all the racks, while I’m stackin’ up the bills, Life’s a wild ride, gotta deal with all the thrills, Heart full of hunger, yeah, I’m grindin’ for the prize, In the city lights, where the real never dies. or