Riding off in the Chevy, dope in the trunk is heavy
Bitches on me, they ready, I don't even gotta say nothing
Somehow they just love me, somehow they just trust me
I say I'm pretty fly for a white guy, I feel like David Duchovny
I'm lookin' like Bam Margera, I flip a bitch into a manual
I got something they can't handle, try to run up and get handled
Let me replenish my levels, I got my blunts and I'm rollin
I been dead for a minute, now my body couldn't get colder
Back to the mother fuckin' plan, creep through the night with the blade in my hand
Sleep in the day, wake up with the moon, double cross me and I'll see you soon
I don't need a God, I just need you
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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