Ski Beatz - Briefcase lyrics

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Ski Beatz - Briefcase lyrics

Yeah Yeah On a mission and I'm fishin' for my n***as f** around found Pilot Talk III Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe Handcuff my favourite b**h to the briefcase Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe Condo, capital city of each state Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way Some disguised as friends, masks on they face Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate Steer clear of them cause them n***as they'll take ya For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate Stakes high, but I'm higher Keys open doors to my lowrider Somewhere inside I'm sure I got a lighter Take flight after we find it Racecar driver slash airplane pilot Dress better than yo stylist n***a I'm not even tryin' You wastin' time lookin' at sh** you ain't even buyin' I'm on the lot and you barely online browsin' Tryna tell me what to do with my sh** Organized crime, in my mind game applied Dream realized, things visualized, materialized Words to my rhymes, I'm swervin' in my '65 13 inch gold spokes white wall tires Young'un you 'round grown folks Keep some open eyes, and ears You might learn something up here No fear, just blood sweat and gears Shifting the number one position, top tier For the right amount of dollars my n***a, I'll appear The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears Catalogue thats enough dope for the years I'm on for hella seasons like cheers n***a yeah Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe Handcuff my favourite b**h to the briefcase Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe Condo, capital city of each state Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way On a mission and I'm fishin' for my n***as f** around found Pilot Talk Yeah, yeah Seen n***as blow up and blow it, you know it One of the last stoned poets

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