[Intro]
[Verse 1: Chris King]
I turn they key, and then I smash inside the Chevrolet
With forty dollars worth of gas to get to Heaven's gates
Just get me there but if I crash, I hope I'm walking safe
It takes a lot to get that cash, so I don't slow my brakes
They talk a lot about my past and all my old mistakes
I chalk it to the game and then I laugh in front of a hater's face
My boots keep walking to that cash, but hey these unlaced
Training like I got Don King hosting my mix tapes
Did it on my own so I said get your sh** straight
Plane hop with a carry-on while I'm switching states
Been in line between love and hate
Detonate a tour
Can't choose, don't see the line with all this money on the floor, wat'chu talking 'bout?
[Hook: Lisa Bello & Chris King]
(I know you waiting, know you waiting, know you waiting) I, I, I know
(I know you waiting, know you waiting, know you waiting) I, I, I know
You've been waiting too long, waiting too long, waiting too long
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Okay, I smoke and drink, I drink and smoke like where the party at, but stop
Party, work, my work is partying I'm always on the clock
You don't see it, well I see it if you listen and thanks a lot
This right here was brought to you by Pamela and a lot of pot
Since I ain't really proud of that
Every word's from the cardiac
Each verse is an artifact and I meant every part of that
My young n***as, [?], through the winter like Happy Feet
Flip the weight
Grip the metal
All gold like Yabbie D
And I'm sorry dog if that's your girl
If it had to be, well it had to be
Well, this rap game is so sad you see
Thirty shades of grey cause it lack King
How f**ed up, but I'm out here
Yeah, n***a I'm out here
A hundred blunts on a hundred blunts, f**ing up the atmosphere
That two-door, so I swerve more, I peel tires, I burn floors
This rap life that I yearned for
Just to do a show and then earn more
Smoke, what I need lungs for
Came a mile, hope you brung yours
On a rampage, like f** yours
Press the gas pedal to the floor
[Hook]