DJ Pain 1 - Ninety Bars lyrics

Young Lincoln steppin in 5'9 or whatever No matter the height, you know we're higher, you ain't on my level And even if you're close I'm so ga**ed up, I'll twist the throttle and dip, Then I'm gone 380 a zip for the spliff I'm puffin on 7 5/8's New Era Fitted, never snappin' back Unless it's a DirtShark or Monster hat, then you know I'm wearin that Blunts and Pockets opposite my women, yeah I keep 'em fat But yeah I like my girl thick too, ain't f**in with her if she flat No double zeros Always digits in my bank account, Tengo un monton de dinero That's Spanish for I'm counting stacks in case you didn't know Diamonds in my ears icy, flows colder words are so froze 307 moto life you already know though Bustin' through your city to go ride or do a show show No matter what we're doing, where we're going we blow dro dro Smoking on that, smoking on that, u o e n o bro In the studio, or while I'm driving Ripping up the most potent, wish that I could smoke it while im riding But I can't so I'ma toast one, throw my helmet on, you know I'm vibing About to k** the track, opponents turning on dont k** my vibe 'cause they see me on the 307 and they know I'm 'bout to ride on em I'm 'bout to ride on em Grip it, Rip it, Whip it, run it wide on em They were prolly having a great day until Young Lincoln decided to slide on 'em Had to let these haters know Oh, hello the kid is here One more time in case you didn't know it '14 is my year Been chillin for a second, now its my time to shine, let's make it clear Ready to drop my mixtape, give the critics what they wanna hear Nothing but the realest out my mouth, so always have no fear I ain't like these other Blake's, Lying ain't my deal So believe me when I tell you Young Lincolns no Mike Ill I'm proud of where I come from but I'm not tryna stay up in the 'ville I'm Metro Shreddin', cheddar chasin', and the paper's national You ain't really getting stacks if you ain't never left Nashville You used to be my homie, whats gotten into you? Dub, peace, and love bro the mollies got you tripped my dude The lying, always tell stories, you should be a writer too Then maybe you could the sell the books and do the sh** you say you do Until then get the f** from round me, I ain't tryna mess with you Ain't got room for impostors around me, strictly real inside our crew Young Lincoln thinkin what would Abe do, let's be honest Prolly light that loud and rip a beat,so im going a**a**ination on it Ford Theatre, YL I'm gonna k** it, ain't no comin back Rippin on the Open Vape, favorite flavors Green Crack Empty shells, fill 'em up, light, repeat, burn up the sack Jet Life, crazy altitude, above you lames and thats a fact Always soaring high whether on the beat or on the track Smoking, riding, vibing, lethal combo, ain't no stopping that (when the mixtape drops you best be signin' on and coppin that)