Gran Turismo (feat. Termanology)

Scribble Scratch Records
 Andretti and Statik Selektah
 Pussy motherfucker, better guard your necklace
 Scribble Scratch Records, protect your necklace
 Gran Turismo specifications on the Lexus
 Playin' in estate games with those that never catch up
 We in it for the long stretch, bruh, them niggas pressed, what?
 Them bitches pressed, Spitta ain't fall off yet
 How many more cars he gon' get?
 I think he just bought a jet
 This is the life
 Rap money plus them sugar babies
 Wine loot to Vegas from me every night
 Everything's going right, Rolex on my left arm all lights
 Band facing bezel, aw fam, let me tell you
 I walk through Hell, with gasoline shoes, fool
 Don't ever talk to me about paying dues
 My Ferarri collection heavy 'cause I buy awards for myself
 My driveway display is really just a trophy shelf
 I done well, turnin' what I wrote into wealth
 Dead dub, spaced out, high as an astroid belt
 Cadillac grill sizzlin', these niggas patty melt
 Running up that money like a flight of steps
 Running up that money like a flight of steps
 I had to say that line twice
 Make sure it all connect, yup, yup
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 I stay whipping the Lexu
 Different women, I'm reckless
 Making records with legends,
 taking checks for my message
 My hands glistening, man, listen, I'm ambitious
 My plan different, competition is nonexistent
 Let's keep it real, my steering wheel is my realest homie
 My wheels are chromey, I'm on the go but my children know me
 My pinky ring is looking just like a wedding band
 I'm getting bands, that's several grand, look at your man
 Fuck a lunch, my brunch pussy and pancakes
 My eyes red like the brakes, flakes up in my paint
 Lap dances while I'm writing, my life is exciting
 I ask KiKi if she love me, she told me she riding
 '67 Eleanor with the metal doors
 Heavy brother cords, go shell like the Porsche
 Hit the switch on the air ride and slam mines
 Riding through them hoods with colors and hand signs
 Now that's the don, they crown me for how I rap on songs
 Google my catalog, thirty-five atom bombs
 My pen fire, that's how I built me an empire
 Mass' legend, Reggie Lewis, Len Bias
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 Never talk to me 'bout paying dues
 Yeah, yeah
 Just a trophy shelf
 Into wealth
 High as an astroid belt
 These niggas patty melt
 Running up that money like a flight of steps, running