Pouya - One Deep In The Fleetwood

Life goes on as time passes me by I always been solid, why you asking me now? I'm a rock glock tucked in the pocket of the tux It's always about a buck See me waddle like a duck when I get fucked up Kick my feet up like chuck Bitch I'm a millionaire, you think I give a fuck? Got my momma sitting pretty in that Bentley truck Say what you want about me Fuck boy never made it out the minor league, I bleed for my brothers I plead for the kids who can't breathe FTP on my sleeve I sleep with a pistol on me Please protect me From my enemies White chalk, Blue lines, Red lights, Death threats I fight for my life and I strive and I ride Put my city on my back Took a lot of struggling and pain to get to where I'm at, yuh Savor your breath One day closer to death I speak from the soul The burn in my chest From head to my feet The music complete Me when I feel defeated I'm down deep in the Fleetwood With the top down, wind blowing in my bald spot Middle finger out the window still Throwing out blue hundred dollar bills Trying to fill the void Silence all the noise Place a bet on a table I can't afford Yuh I see why they think I sold my soul Really don't know how deep this goes On my own since 16 years old I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll I see why they think I sold my soul Really don't know how deep this goes On my own since 16 years old I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll