Sean O'Connell - Apache lyrics

Young n***a rolling cold, word to King James Looking for me? pictures prolly on your b**h page I wake up every day, schemes to get paid, get made I been the f**ing man since the fifth grade Forever faded, young Jimmy Rothstein In a dark Caeser speeding and my speakers loud as my reefer Chiefing, leaving a permanent smell off in the car Nah, this ain't that bag weed, I get mine in a jar And it taste so good that I don't usually do cigars Just papers, but on this occasion I have no patience Cause after we finish blazing baby my dick meeting your jaws And I hope you give a performance worthy of an applause Pause, or did you get it? shorty no hands Name is D-A-DOLLA, never was a Ronny Romance Living too fast, never learned how to slow dance And my cousins told me money be the only time you hold hands Damn