Trackmasters - SOSA lyrics

Minolta, double exposure, wide lens view Check credentials and n***as next to push tha Benz through You know the glow iced out rings long dough Spandex, Moshino, ho b**hes lettin' their thong show I play the game, took plenty paper still remain the same Age and name, barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang Domestic, no more crime play but still connected It's ethics, calculated steps through geometrics Ways spendin', double shades of beige linin, 97' Expedition Displayed with all the trimmins Travel light push tha LS on casual nights Have you ever puffed the chalice weed pipe That sh** will have you right I roll dice trying to defrost from this cold life Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now I hold mics And plan soon to pack and vacate somewhere in Cancún Escape to a cozy estate filled with mad rooms, furnished up Too many foul n***as time to turn it up Push about a buck and shift gears burn the clutch Cause it's like this, for these chips I strike swift preciseness Precious j**els a life thats priceless I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes Cash rules new crews who made the news We all for paper, I guess greed is just a second nature Indeed shots of Henrock, and weed'll escalate ya Some mostly touch along the line crossed up I took tha short cut puffin' on blunts, bustin' off nuts The night type, love dime b**hes and night life Casino dice s**y strip dancers and white ice I seen the movie most of you n***as couldn't move me Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an uzi So bust ya run, or co*k back bust your gun but I fake none I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin' Intellect an long vision, connects in prison And real n***as wit recognition So respect the mission volume one Second addition the next dimension Dotted line sign your deposition