Sells Beats - The Travel lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Florida Fiya] This is the icing on the cake The money you can make, off wackin' these lames off My tracks hold weight The type of weight you need a crane to lift I move with those mentally trained and built They're intrigued by my style, they jockin' me brahdren I play the cuts, chilling, me and my Russian Takin notes, no pad and pencils Accurate, rulers and stencils Americano in Spain, I'm shopping for utensils Eating properly, mixed vegetables and broccoli Living for real, to k** only way of stopping me Traitors plotted dropping me, dragging me, and mopping me But you can see I'm breathin', a heathen, that evil flockin' me 4 in the morning, full moon.. Ain't no stars out Just foggy streets, perfect time to pull them cars out SUV's black on black, no putting them 'gars out.. Tinted up front to back, k**er sh**, it's hard out In a city that breed k**ers The real home of the murder rate, who needs thrillers? A motion picture on the highway, Maniac Miller 2 choppas out the side of that donk, cold shivers Fort Misery Original gangster history Original oak handles on that fire by the hickory Never gave a f** 'bout them n***as who don't f** with me I get to the money with the ones keeping up wit me Told you it's luxury Butlers, you think I'm bullsh**ting But I'm just seeing my future, see this that full vision I stay clean from the socks to the tank tops Want to know the insights of the business during bank drops Never tell a teller, it's more than wings and propellers The man inside of them planes unique, he chase cheddar And jump back aboard to gather the mozzarella I told you no competition, I told you nobody better What a man, what a man, what a man.. Them hundred dollar words turn to million dollar plans Stack money slanging verbs, talk that sh** for them grands I bet the whole block feel me, I'm embracing the chance Still ducked off from the city cause you cowards expand Retaliate heavy, we ready.. Flame Game the land I'm the chief of this turf, Native American They looking for Starfish 3, casinos again How I'm rackin' up, stackin' up, rollin', picture me Palm trees, ocean breeze Akoo tops, in peace Rooftops and reef Paper foldin' or leaf I got the game, I'm controlling, I'm runnin it, send ya beats.. [Outro]