Sorry For The Wraith

(album: The Owners Manual - 2016)

(Know they hatin on me) la dada da da da da
(Angel on front my car prayin for me) Yeah
You don't know unless you know
Gotta be in the know
To really know
You know?
(Snatch my tint up off the window, sorry for the Wraith)
Can't get left out the loop
(Can't see my face smilin at the ones who hate)

Fiber optic roof, they say I'm the truth
Like a polygraph result, say I'm a boss
Underground my bad bitch a killer, think Salt
Aeon Flux
Laura Croft, break you off
Then find you unconscious in your empty vault
Rude awakening found out you took a loss
While we was on our side of things
Getting fitted for rings
Refrigerators to capacity with champagne
Because you never know when you gotta celebrate
Playa playa, lately we been winning everyday
Snatch the tint up off the windows, sorry for the Wraith

Sweatsuit, 300 hundred thousand dollar coupe
Bitch guess who, same one brung them low riders through
Old school, every now and then cop something new
Slap some folks across they face, that's what you gotta do
Paper plates on my cargo
Bowl full of gumbo
Sippin champagne through a straw
Hella clicquot bottles for my dollar-clocking squadron
Slidin cold like a bobsled, bitch I'm outchea

Snatch the tint up off my window
Sorry for the Wraith
Sccccrrrrrrrrrr!
Fiber optic roof
They say I'm the truth
(Smilin at the ones who hatin)
(Snatch the tint up off my window sorry for the Wraith)
Yeah
Know they hatin on me
Angel on my car, prayin for me
Get your paper homie
Owners manual
Gotta be in the know
To know
You know?
East side on the rise
New Orleans