Flee Lord - Breeze in a Porsche lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Flee Lord] The sample off key, we handing off deep Papi need a 50 piece, [?] Been cliquing all week, they been spending the [?] If they buy a 9 piece, imma give them a 20 Yea the fiends make it over time Green staying on my mind D's on the roof tryna watch, but they going blind Post up in the stairs, no cup, ain't a tear On the average ni**as move four doves in a year You gon need a strong drink and an extra long mink If you leave the wrong message, long weapons going blink Cheek bone getting broke if you speak on the folks Why thе prices so high, woa, the streets wanna know This loop is so sick gonna scoop your whole b*tch I'm a hot hеaded ni**a with a super cold wrist I fought for my spot, done walked all the blocks I was yelling from the bottom now I talk from the top [Chorus: Flee Lord] Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?] Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche In 2.2, but love, it's turn to a [?] Yea but lovey, don't try me Or Roc, the way he grimey In the slums with my crimies Pussy think he can line me Used to be walking, now I breeze in a Porsche I breeze in a Porsche [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Call up Lord, bought the Concord I was getting top from some blonde broad The speed hit Mach-4 Knock your socks off Might cop a who*e to box the Porsche Although she got on Asian provocateur Mind, abide by the law To be honest might rip your pockets off your shorts (get him) The high cost of life is the drive force Got blinders on the horse, I'm a cyborg From all that I saw tears from my eyeballs fall All my songs is like being a fly on the wall I'm married to the game by common law This is a college course on how to be a solid entrepreneur You're not mature (at all) You're what I call an eyeball My china doll got designer on She buy ya boy anything I want (facts) And there's still too many fingers up Keep a couple guns to finger fu*k Pussy done leaking, buss Cheeks blush