Pray For Paris LP<br /><br /><br />Yeah, yeah, Kane train<br />Uh, mic check, check<br />Yeah, mic check, check<br />Uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check<br />Yeah, uh, uh, mic check, check<br />Yeah, uh, nigga, check, check<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /><br />It's been a long time since I tasted<br />Workin' that hot plate, cookin' in my homeboy basement<br />And Lambo knocked the coke off the table, that nigga waste it<br />I showed him the new straps, the AK with the green laser (bling)<br />I'm on some street shit, my baby mama tweet shit to stir up my haters<br />I'm like, "Why she wanna stick me for my paper? ", but fuck it, that's life<br />It's what you make it, one day you gon' meet your maker<br />Kobe died, I swear a nigga might cry when I watch the Lakers, damn<br />All our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors<br />But how you look a nigga mom in the face when you shot her baby? (Bow)<br />I got skeletons in my closet, right next to Balenciaga<br />Call me Fred DiBiase, garage is a million dollars, my noggin<br />Yeah, it's just the way that God be plannin' shit<br />I drop a load, I take a load off, that's load management<br />That last lap, I dropped the ho off and bagged a Spanish bitch<br />Pulled out the dick, she snort the coke off, I'm livin' lavishly<br />Yeah, Kane, huh, bitch nigga, you know what it is, baby, yeah<br /><br />Told you from the go<br />Told you from the get go<br />You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta go<br />Uh, ain't no Ls on my jacket<br />The MAC-11 hit your melon and crack it (crack it)<br />Ain't no pads for that in that medicine cabinet (no)<br />Can't mess with whatever's in that gelatin tablet (fuck that)<br />Ten metal fragments can flip your skeleton backwards (flip 'em)<br />All you seen after that was blackness (mmm)<br />This ain't no backpack shit, he slangs half a brick<br />Bitch, you need to ease back a bit, the trench has cactus pins (ow)<br />The seats in the Benz Lenny Kravitz skin, don't get your cabbage split (tan shit)<br />It don't matter what establishment, we in it (we gettin' shipped the fuck out)<br />Always get the biggest chicken wing, you don't get to eat on one onion ring<br />At least a hundred Jesus links underneath the mink<br />Yellow Bugatti, look like a bumblebee, compressor on the front to muffle the heat<br />The submachine gun, it come with the beam amongst other things that's unseen<br />To run with me, you need sunscreen cream, see I'm covered in bling (bling)<br />Motherfucker, ain't no shade, even under the trees where monkeys swing (ah-ah-ah)<br />The murder want money green, I'm runnin' the company like a drug ring<br />Livin' comfortably off of gutter and stank<br />That fell upon me once I was done with the streets (uh)<br />You still scheme in public, P, let me bring you up to speed<br />You get your wig spun like a tumbleweed in Belize, I get on the beat and bleed (bleed)<br />Sacrifice of livin' and bein' to please deities<br />Them were VVs, flood the big Nefertiti piece<br /><br />Ayo, I had the rusty .45, I had the MAC too<br />(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, I had the MAC too, brr)<br />You hang with a rat, you a rat, too (you's a rat, too)<br />We used to chip in on the big, bag it up, that's my rent<br />You take a shift, I take a shift, the feds come, raise my kids<br />Take my phone, keep the licks goin', never bust a brick open (ah)<br />Twelve, twelve baggers was baggin', flaggin'<br />Rick Owens over pots, hand me some ice, he left the fridge open<br />I'm tryna see my kids grow up, y'all niggas' ribs showin'<br />God made light, Dolce Gabbana on my air like day and night (day and night)<br />My young niggas'll take your life (boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)<br />Eastside niggas'll never change (they'll never change)<br />Brick come through and spill your brains (brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr)<br />...<br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZzlL-nH75c" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZzlL-nH75c</a>