Six 4 Dreams

(Album: Blood Diamonds 2 - 2018)

I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac

Ay, hop out the '64, dumping clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knocking bass and I'm packing C notes
You know my stilo, sipping 40's with' pimps and kinfolks
Stepping in the function, with alizé and a brand new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I been, soaked up with game, now motherfuckers can't hang with
Them neighbors creased up, open mouth them gold teefus'
Don't be banging on my line unless you talking them big bucks
They is swanging off the curb my bond is my fucking word
Blood is thicker than water but water quenching in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, these streets just getting too cold
As I, stand on my toes, grip on the.44

I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac

Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
Posting and smoking inside of the cut I'm by my lonely
Stacking my paper, mack can come in exotic flavors
Don't got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
The clock is ticking, fingers itching, no room for slipping
Play your position, Rami came in through with the Magician
I live my life like I might die tomorrow
There's no point of feeling sorrow
Cause all of my time is borrowed
I been knocking on Death's door hoping I can get in
My time's wasted by drugs and the shit I get in

I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chilling like a fat mack
Smoking on a fat sack, drinking on a pint of 'yac