Charles De Gaulle To JFK

(альбом: Last Winter - 2014)

[Verse 1 Bas:]
Yeah
Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumping
I'm hustling, chasing dreams and hopes that I could become something
I threw a party, she say Bassy, thank you, but it's nothing
Cause I had to keep it jumping
Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumping
Poker face stiffing, but I know that you be bluffing
No, I don't be cuffing, all these ducks be getting ends
Rubber duck etcaetering, and I'm the pain
I left to make, and can't be ya crutch and meta...
Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch
Of the easy lined up, wide up, six speed
Like clutch, the city on me, I'm clutch
No Worries ain't depending on me, I'm clutched
Toast up my most tough at thirty thousand feet
Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat, Michelin man
Make you grip about the street
Grab The D cup on the freak, played that bitch and press repeat
J-Walking thru time zones, I'm on that trip
Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit
I'm taking all that shit until I own that sis
College shit get mind blown, I'm on that quick
She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that's rich
Nothing betta than brown dough that's on that stick
A lil' hashish, shiish, baby
If you roll it up with some keiff
Super chasin paper about my lose leaf
Rollin papers yeah I do chief
Meditating like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi
Ridding thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi
Salmon, avocado and an order of the cuchie
Charles De Gaulle To JFK
Brods givin up the draws like I'm JFK
Guess I'm flawed, that's the roll, ain't nobody perfect
Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it

[Verse 2:]
It's like that now
Quick, fuck that let me get back
I'm in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai
I'm getting brains all day like I'm Magna Cum Laude
Cause, while you boys planked I was getting more stamps
Now my passport shitting on your whole camp
Fuck ya Instagram, that monkeys do delivery, that instant gram
Damn, put them ones up for them ones that's above us cause we miss them man
And to the niggas stuck up in the can
And slam a cage up in ya body put cha body up in a different plan
Different plain
Same hustle different game
They don't love you if they always wanted you to stay the same
Sliding through the checks, now I'm sliding the the W with different dames
That's a W nigga figure that shit is game
I just keep doubling figures until my niggas ain't
Pedeling pills and kaine
Cause in the streets, of the industry man them presidents is still the same
Them presidents still the same
I get that green back
I see stacks and relapse
Fiend Bas, I mean that