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Caskey

Montreal

 

Montreal

(álbum: The Lost Files - 2015)


Smoked out with my niggas, my niggas

Smoked out on the bus spitting freestyles
Pulled up in the Montreal
Just killed me a show well over three hundred
Never would I want to copy y'all
I'm in a lot and the fans expanding
No shades and a custom Canon
And they only know a touch of Brandon
And that's how I planned it
Man that shit too hot
When the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
Too hot when the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
That shit too hot when the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
Ya, Hip hop been waiting for the come back
And you the one that got this shit locked
Straight up

I'm never getting sick of the tour life
I could use my girl on the bus though
I'm getting sick of these Loki ass folks
Inside the show called, "Rap"
In the street being cut throat
Blunt smoke help me analyze different
Like who the fuck am I to see the hand that I'm giving
Is my time tooking or is that a lie
Man is I'm tripping
I take a fan at the show as a sign giving
Back to the notepad
Addicted to sixteen
Man it's like a dope Add
But I been lost in the corner
Where they only wanna hear about the Louie Vuitton shoes
And the cars, and it's so sad
Well call this a shift in the paradigm
A young artist addicted to Caroline
And I ain't afraid to talk about some life shit
Like when I was at KFC and working on the night shift
Trying to make a dollar like when are things gon' change
And my home boy touch, hit, and licks
And I know that the karma weighing on his armor
Dog but he's still getting rich
And I'm sitting here broke as a joke doing coke in the hotel
Drowing in sorrow, drowing in sorrow
Everything goes back in the box
And you pay twice back what'chu borrow
Straight up

Smoked out on the bus spitting freestyles
Pulled up in the Montreal
Just killed me a show well over eight hundred
Never would I want to copy y'all
I'm in a lot and the fans expanding
No shades and a custom Canon
And they only know a touch of Brandon
And that's how I planned it
Man that shit too hot
When the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
Too hot when the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
That shit too hot when the kid gon' drop
Please don't, please don't stop
Word, Hip hop been waiting for the come back you
And you the one that got this shit locked
Straight up

Smoked out with my niggas, my niggas

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