The Game - Ashed To Ashes lyrics

I got a house on my face, custom made gla**es Lays on the , ashes to ashes, valee to vessel Known as an Aston, the oz , homie, only you my absence Let the n***a we gang members almost Not the boats but get your but like the My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect What god damn d**h Jim for reverend Money bags back and forth how carry it on Homies on my lawn, still I grieve on As I'm now to my crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside Nobody cares what I feel like, no Now it's six Next just to feel right, let's go Carry on and my gla**es, toast to competition Ashed to ashes See the In the club, you know we got bottles See the lambos out front, tell me we f*cking models Spin wheel n***a sh** you can pop it into Making lane for the n******gs that have never seen the leather Red diamonds in the , red frames in the lenses How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road Like a snitch n***a body, let this motherf*cker flow Champaign in my gla** feeling like a boss I'm in love with a phantom like f*ck with the Louie Full of honeys At a purple, keep it g cause that's me These rap n******gs speak urkle, survival of the fittest Swimming in the dog seat world in my living room come and feed the sharks For my city Would a fellow park, n***a rappers like New York Ain't nowhere to park That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valee, head the game, watch it burn Give it up to , No bone in my body, n***a I salute you You disrespect my hood I f*ck around and shoot you You got the well running round throwing up bees n******gs saying su wu like they're f*cking chinese Ass When I'm blowing on embrace, topped down blow a smoke go to f*cking interstate See the In the club, you know we got bottles See the lambos out front, tell me we f*cking models Spin wheel n***a sh** you can pop it into Making lane for the n******gs that have never seen the leather Red diamonds in the , red frames in the lenses How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road Like a snitch n***a body, let this motherf*cker flow