In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan And for his next monthly installment He's gonna go out with a bang Boy who always did what he was
the hustlers, toast to the gangstas We make the world go ?round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go ?round And tell the ballers pour a glass
Am, I'm on fire Loud as Cham', standing in the trap with these loud ass jems Loud ass pipes, around these loud ass rims God, God, look at my garage,
I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a toast here's to our last drink of fossil
You can't run from your blues You can't waltz across Texas in a beat up Subaru So I sat a bar down the street from Pete's garage Then you walked in,like
jus fo u to sing along to But its the beats that make you bounce in the club tho Treats are, always ready to bring the new flava K to afford the garage
't pretty as mine 'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry For my candy, sittin' on nuttin' but glass
bosses get off And I know what you're thinkin, I hit ya with this pause (haha) They say you shouldn't throw stones at a glass house Got my money up and
York sending the game My car in the garage continue nigga Falling desires, you out of the game, get a liquor [verse2] An RX-8 but is not in glass I
like it's plants in it Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and Cancer mixed with cannabis To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit [Tyler
no surrender To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge" Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage
put together gimmicks something like a collage since you putting on a show, you gon' get the appaulse clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage
days all eyes will be on me // When they look up in the sky and see the neon ?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion
Listen.. They say rapping's a waste of knowledge 'Take ya ass to college' Now they broke ass call us Tryin to ask for dollars Sittin behing glass Impala
Lew Hawk Dome, I'm thinking about putting my face on Hundred dollar bills I'm thinking what the fuck do this boy got up in his suite cause I'm zero tolerence on the premo glass
rocks Wishin' I had my sack but I left it a Pak?s Vape rips got me trippin', shit, I almost got lost Walkin? up to my own crib comin' from the garage
't breathe out loud -- It's like breaking glass, And the walls must hold the moments fast... Picture my face in the space of your garage. We're still
AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless 'cause he know Jay-Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages