Jarren Benton - White Cadillac lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, white Cadillac, Top off White girls are ready to ride off Yeah, on a spaceship of chrome 5-4-3-2-1 gone I'm so outta here x2 I'm so so so so outta here I'm so outta here I'm so outta here 5-4-3-2-1 I'm gone [Verse 1] Live from the mind of a lunatic Grew up on the east side Dope Boyz moving bricks Me, I'm in the basement Writing in my note pad Where the hell is Andre? I grew up with no dad Mr. Benton so rad You should take a photograph I'm so outta here you see me soaring in my hovercraft Y'all don't wanna f** with that Boy I'm like h**n Welcome to my dope show No I'm not Marilyn They say I'm a dreamer Looking at the stars Never was concerned about the money or the cars I just wanna rock mic Living in the spotlight Waking from a nightmare Feeling something's not right I can't wait to leave here I swear I'm never looking back Jarren on the book it rap Talking n***as cooking crack Living in the future But on this one, yeah I took it back White Cadillac, gotta love the way I'm looking at [Hook] [Verse 2] The city sleeping on me like a Sealy Posturepedic But knowing me, I'll probably pop their hearts out and eat it Yeah I'm so outta here I'm so outta here My girl worry she think her baby is acting weird Afraid of losing me She holding back tears And when I make it I promise I'm coming back here Better yet I send a (pack of beer?) A rocketship, we dipping out of the atmosphere Yesterday I was wearier tomorrow Now me and your Momma slam in Cadillac Cargos Living on a pull out not a dollar in my cargo's sh** is all the same from Decatur to Key Largo Yeah from misty hallways the white picket fences Opportunity just keep the guards on the hinges I bet they hate it when I'm up, up, on 5-4-3-2-1 gone [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm an east side monster Came from the bottom I'm so outta here that I'm a mother f**ing problem I love hip-hop I'm-a die rhyming Levitate over n***as, I defy science Im-a get rich one day Or die trying n***as got lifes Say they rather die frying Momma coming home from a hard day crying Why life to working a Vegas shes sighing Would I die dressed tell her, Momma keep trying Until we reach the mountaintop, keep climbing Yeah Writing like I'm scribbling my last words Spit it like I'm spitting out my last verse I'm so sick say I need to see a pastor Wack n***a k**ing Turning n***as into Casper I say they hate it when I'm up, up, on 5-4-3-2-1 b**h gone [Hook] X2