BMW

[Intro] I was talking to this one dude right, he's like Yo when y'all releasing this shit, when y'all releasing this shit I said man shut up man, just let me make my fucking music [Verse 1: Sonny Shotz] You ain't supposed to give head baby that's for bitter fruit? Why you always so religous, well, thats just what I do They say don't release this shit in June, Yeezy gon' smash it We gon' do it anyway cause we just made a classic Some people would't post it, some blogs are just bogus I swear this music better than the money they promote with Talk about a slave underate? in a grave Cause I kill myself with creativity until it pays Man I paid my dues and I made my moves See we toured the whole country off a mixtape dude Never once did I decieve you with evils they presented I said how could Tron sound like all the people that's ahead of us? Rock the beat with a baseball bat and a couple OGs with me They say you make your move, it ain't take all that They gone hate you for your cheese I got you uncle, got you cousin, couple months till I am buzzing Rubbing girlies like they genies Mr. Feeny, this my world, I watch it spin like I'm dancing The sky keeps on chanting My name rings like thunder The feeling's amazing My life got a shine like diamonds, my girl got a look like RiRi My hooks gotta get you hooked like I am fishing in Fiji And oh, gotta get that whip, gotta get that crib Gotta look like Al Pacino True, if you do this shit for the shit you get Don't care for the ones who carry you Me I tell my brother, Chico, everything is yours Only kings die young, we're just rebels with a cause [Hook (2x)] Boy meets the world, got the world in his hands A king for the people, boy that's the plan Can I celebrate, with you, with you While we holler BMW, BMW [Verse 2: Sonny Shotz] Field goal I just kick it with my niggas and some real hoes My religion is the realest; we don't were shoes I got wicked fire cooling on the tip of my tongue Speaking words of wisdom I heard the good die young I know the bad don't try My auntie lost her son, I told her "woman, don't cry" But knowing deep down inside, I lost my cousin for life I hope they download in heaven so you play this tonight Real talk, I'mma talk real, better get a deal off the shit I write I got a little bit of 'Pac and an Ef You motto for the kids that live their life Who think I'm trying to get rich, but riches don't last I'm focused on racing I won't finish last, speed up Put the pedal to the floor like fuck brakes Red lights to me don't work right Need a better view and I need a better coupe I want that money in my hand by Monday Momma I love you, and Daddy you too Before all this green, I'mma give them some blues [Hook (2x)]